Little Brown Bear
Kennedy School, Kylie Chan, Poetry: Group 2
Surrounding me are mountain ranges,
Tucked under a pristine blanket of golden sand.
As far as my eyes can see,
The never-ending sky meets this vast dry land.
My brown fur is scorched
Due to the hot blazing sun.
Such unbearable heat,
I pant as I lift my aching paws to run.
Up ahead, I spot the curved horns of an ibex
Lying there, separated from its skeleton.
While a snow leopard licks its mouth
On the mountain ridge in the distance.
Sending up sprays of sand,
I follow my Mother’s tracks hastily.
Looking for morsels of food, drops of water,
I plea for mercy.
Night falls and the chill pierces through my body.
Mother sighs as she gazes at the star-speckled sky.
All that luminous beauty up above is lost
In the desperation that fills her sad, weary-looking eyes.
Hearing a soft scuttling sound,
I turn and pounce on a jerboa darting towards its burrow.
At last, we have something to cure our hunger
Until another hunt early dawn tomorrow.
I ask “What will happen to us?”
“Where have all the others gone?”
Mother just gently nudges and motions me
To continue moving on.
If I fail to survive another day,
If I am the last of my race,
Just remember me as the little Gobi Bear,
Who the Mongolians call Mazaalai.
