Poems from Mickey4
Listen to this story
Of a land forward in time,
Where a polar bear lives
The last of his kind.
He would wonder
To and fro,
And think what...
The sulky piano speaks its sad song.
Its tears spill out as minor cords.
Its black and white dressing shows no color,
But its slow song...
Hunt
Spot
Run
Kill
Gather
Cook
Eat
Now
Drive
Up
Order
Wait
Pay
Grab
Go