Arctic

Arctic



Bounding, Bounding, Bounding...
Sinking into a field of glinting diamond.
Sinking into the downy caress of fluffed white.
Sinking into the bone deep bite of sub-zero.          


Pouncing, Pouncing, Pouncing...
Dipping below the loud crunch of the icy crust.
Dipping below the sudden muted silence that follows.
Dipping below the groan of shifting layers.          

Snapping, Snapping, Snapping...
Lifting above the blanketed field a mouth of spun sugar.
Lifting above the white washed meadow a tingling tongue.
Lifting above the pristine vale teeth numb to their prize.