cub
white
soft
within mother’s down
encircled by
heart’s grasp
beating
warm
beneath thickening ice
below,
a home hewed
not of stone, wood, or straw
but sculpted
by claw
by love
by design
for life to start
deep within
winter’s womb
where white fur
hangs on fragile icicles
formed of breath
cub
dreaming
safe
guided
warmed
by a sun
he cannot see.
♥ See inside a polar bear’s den
– Watch mother and cubs emerge…
HOW-TO: Knock on the sky >