What I like Al Bear is the Whiteness of his hair,
And he doesn’t seem to care how close I stand.
He doesn’t rise to greet me –
‘Cause he knows that he can eat me –
I hope his dinner wasn’t made of Spam.
And I hope his breakfast isn’t who I am.
At Churchill Wild, en route to Arviat
© 2011 Mark Seth Lender (All Rights Reserved)