The ice yodel
Hung in the air
The one who uttered it
Looking on in despair
With the temperature so low
All he could do was stare
From whence did this cold front come?
It's supposed to be summer now
It's early morning May 25th
Barely above freezing
I defy there to be a reason
But of course there always is
Whether a good one
Bad one
Made up one
Or even the real one
I prefer the made up ones myself
For as the Ice Bears were driven South
Far from their ancestral homes
Their frozen hides shimmered in the sunlight
Casting off ice shards like used up skin cells
Which floated up into the stratosphere
Changing this warm poppy filled land
Making it more like home
It's only natural
After all
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