Corner Avenue

I walk in this lonely path,

Waiting for you.

I sip my coffee on the corner avenue.

The wind is fresh,

My eyes content,

When I look up at you

I feel my Chest,

Breathing for you.

Waiting here,

At the corner avenue.

As I always do.

We are Leaving

Lets go on an adventure.

And bring your friends.

No mends,

Just friends.

Tell everyone that we are leaving.

So hurry up,

I don’t want to seem deceiving

But we are leaving.

Grab your bags,

And your hats

Because we are leaving.

Where too?

No Clue

Perchance I do.

Perchance I am.

But for now,

Who I am and what I do

Have no clue.

ICE

This is a story my grandmother developed in her head, which I eventually wrote down.

In Alaska it is customary to bash the brains of the polar bear cubs in order to not ruin the skin, a lovely way to treat animals. One morning, on an ice flow was a mother bear and her cub. We could hear the excitement of the people hunting down these cubs and the mother’s growl who tried to attack them.

When we went outside to look, some of the ice started to melt because it was unseasonably warm and the ice moved on the cold water. So the polar bears were isolated on this flow, and bang! We heard the shot that killed the mother. The baby was on the flow alone and crying, it was hungry and cold and there was no response. The cry of the baby polar bear could be heard all over. We went out on an ice flow trying to rescue the baby, it was very difficult because the flow was moving, the ice was melting slowly and we couldn’t get close enough to the cub and of course she was wild and wanted to attack us.

We wanted to find the mothers milk in order to reproduce it by knowing the composition and that way the baby would not starve. One of our party got on the ice flow where the mother lied dead and took samples of her milk that he could send to a lab, the milk was still warm so that was hopefull.

TO BE CONTINUED...