In the frostbitten realm where the cold winds wail,
Lives BiPolar Bear, with his snow-white tail.
His fur, like a cloud, so disarmingly soft,
Belies the harsh climes of the north, aloft.
Through blizzards he trudges, a paradox in stride,
With the gentleness of snowflakes that in his fur hide.
Yet, beneath lies a strength, enduring and rare,
The duality of life, the bear must bear.
In the silence of ice, under aurora's dance,
He ponders the warmth, a fleeting glance.
His heart, a drumbeat 'neath the moon's cold glare,
Echoes the contrast, the profound affair.
Through seasons of extremes, he roams free and bold,
In the endless white, where stories unfold.
His journey, a dance of shadows and light,
In the land of contrasts, from day into night.
So behold BiPolar Bear, in his realm so vast,
A symbol of resilience, a spirit unsurpassed.
In the duality of existence, his story is told,
A bear of softness, in a world so cold.
Peter Pickering · Bipolar Bear