There may not be a bulk of us bears
but few still exist,
Running on cloud like snow trying to find others, but
its almost as hard as finding a grain of salt in a bowl of sugar.

The fear of disappearing
no one should feel,
Would people forget about the endangered?
or will we be remembered by our plush white fur,

Not a day passes by
where I don’t think about losing
My family,
my friends

I left my home to fish for food for my family
I came home,
Not a sound in the house
this can’t be happening.

No where to be found,
my loved ones are gone
I’m the only one left,
slowly but surely I disappear in the arctic breeze.