Upon thin icecaps stood a bear

Of mangled paw

And bloodied stare

Below his paws

Wreathed in red blood

Lay the body of his cub

Shivering of cold and fear

In the murderous atmosphere

Across ice fields and snowy plains

Stood 6 bears of bloodied claims

And snow flakes littered on the ground

Each flake adding to bloodied mounds

Where each bears laid blood crust paws

And licked blood and ice from their sores

The blood of his cubs life was there

And blood of his lady fair

They had taken their lives

Because he would not fight

And now the bear had lost his wife

Not just his wife but new born cub

And now he stood there in their blood

Threw back his head in guttural roar

Then lay down with head in paws

And wept that he should be left alive

When his wife and cub had made to died