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in soft barks and harsh clapping
while the ice floated away
with my favorite polar bear
Chloe.

She seemed all right at least,
as warm sun cradled her
through the lonliness of
being adrift and painfully white.

The walrus kept singing
long after she was 11-miles away
and below my horizons
but the clapping stopped

when Chloe called out
with one last roar. I thought
of her ferocious teeth ripping
the head from a seal so tenderly.

Dinner is served,
but now by the toothless bacteria
and eventually blue shelled crabs.
She is the white flower, wilting now
a seed planted.


When the sunset came,
the walrus sank down to sleep

I hummed the tune though
for another hour
at least.