These are (again) compliments of my daughter Katie,
taken while she was on her latest trip up above
the Arctic Circle. The polar bear woke up . . .
|had a nice yawn, a stretch, and a scratch . . .|
|and got a whiff of the ice cutter Kate was on|
(or, more likely, the people on the ship).
So it lumbered over—
|and when it finally realized|
that this big snack was out of its reach, it
sauntered off and went back to sleep.
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