“I wish I were a polar bear,” he said, with great chagrin
“Then maybe they’d start mopping up the mess they’ve left me in.
The water here is drying up, the trees all but depleted
Perhaps this might sound edgy but, the climate’s overheated.”
He’d never get an ad campaign, a drive or PSA
For he was not a parrot; he had nothing much to say
He’d never be on posters on the forests burning down
For he was not a koala bear, and wore a grumpy “frown”
As dolphins “smiled” for cameras, baby pandas munched on-screen
He swam beneath forgotten trees, obscured and yet-unseen
As tigers wrestled playfully and penguins slid on snow
He sat upon a branch as his world vanished down below
For he was not a polar bear, nor cat left by the road
And there was no one waiting to relieve him of his load
So all he thought on that warm day, ten years since last it snowed—
“I’ll never be a polar bear, for I am just a toad.”
I love it!!!!
Excellent poem, thanks very much indeed for sharing with your readers.