To One of the Two

Your caption,

white polar bear,
read   Polar Bear
          Tussle

because it was National Geo
graphic and the world should
be beautiful. You were, you were.
Yet I could see this was no tussle.
Your eyes looked like my
old german shepherd’s eyes
           when
           she was afraid of me
           and confused by me,

doing something
from an unknown compulsion and desire.
And beyond the back of another bear, I saw
fear and what will this other do next? What
will be the fall here?
           What must I do now?

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