White Bear
Throwing a red, red ball.
A voice like gravel.
Lost.
Then...
Huge, lumbering body.
Four legs, not two. Wide silent feet.
Smells, overwhelming.
Hunger, all the time.
And hot. Prickling, stuffed-in heat.
Need to move, always move.
Find the cold lands.
Snow and ice
White, endless.
Alone.
Lost.
A red ball. Lost.
Lost.