A rug

An endangered polar bear

swims in  the cold sea

climbs on the ice floes

his true, nobility

a solitary hunter

a courageous air

graceful of motion

and willing to share

resourceful

a challenging prospect for all

quite a reactionary

and plenty of gall

imagine a bow hunter

taking him on

and shooting him

till all the fight in him’s gone

thats when the rug seemed

a wonderful gift

leave the head on

so later can lift

up the head when its lying down on the floor

and remind oneself really

if you were  not sure

its a lovely white fleece

soft and strong on the floor

gentle on the feet

the head by the door

can act as door stop

this proud bear becomes

a door stop

I wonder how would its chums

react to this reasoning

they might be sad

to me I would honestly

truthfully add

a spell

to this great rug

that on the next Samhein

it came back to life

and lived once again

the abuse it had felt

at its death and since then

a magical murder

coming just when

the spirits were evident

closer some say

that would be awesome

the hunter would pay

devoured in a battle

and so overcome

and lost in the shroud

of claws then add some

teeth and great strength

the hunter was soon

overcome by the spirits

an eaten

a balloon

floated ever skywards

the polar bears soul

the one day when

the rugged bear took  back control