I Wish I Were a Polar Bear

This weeks Poembox by Elizabeth Meade

Elizabeth Meade
13th November 2022

“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.”

AUTHOR: Elizabeth Meade
(she/her) 4th year Chem student. Former Head of Current Affairs and Former Science Sub-Editor. Avid reader. Chaos theorist. Amateur batrachologist and historian. Rock fan. Likes cybersecurity and cooking. Wrote the first article for Puzzles. Probably the first Courier writer to have work featured in one of Justin Whang's videos.

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