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Ice Bear is the cold heart of winter.
When summer looms, a hungry omen,
frost fleets like frightened chickadees.
Ice Bear’s instinct bleeds snow red.
Here, wind swallows grief & footprints
but the ice still crawls beside him
as bony fingers in the sea, curling
beckoning him to come back home.
He kneels only once. Once
when he sees huskies to kill.
Ice Bear is ruin & Ice Bear is tired.
Then, a king so lonely
lays down to rest with dogs.
Grace Q. Song is a high school sophomore from New York. When she's not writing poetry or YA novels, she enjoys photography, indie music, and anything written by Roald Dahl or Sarah Dessen. She thinks you're awesome.
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