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Within the frozen tundra
down and ice bound hill,
frolicking in the new born snow
getting such a thrill,
northern lights are shining
on this blessed night,
rippling on the breeze
sending out its light,
howling in the distance
as the moon peeks out,
upon a scene of joyful play
of which there is no doubt,
one single little wolf cub
lost and all alone,
sits in the snow bank
wishing he were home,
the playing of the polar bears
draws him out to see,
if he could only play too
with such abandoned glee,
Mama bear is watching him
with such a thoughtful frown,
time to hide his head in the snow
flatten his body to the ground,
Slowly she lumbers over to
him so graceful on her feet,
digging gentle in the snow
nose to nose they meet,
nudging him in the side
she sends him out on the ice,
slipping sliding spinning around
going in circles once then twice,
pure white babies gather around
this interesting new play mate,
pushing each other in the snow
without a touch of hate,
sitting and panting
a smile upon his face,
the wolf cub licked them all
as they froze in place,
yapping with excitement
the pup began to spin,
oh what a joyous night
let the games begin,
a ring has formed
all the way around,
this deep depression
in the ground,
as the wolves watch
the little ones play,
the polar bears start
to lean and sway,
thumping their paws
to their own beat,
the sounds from the hallow
start stop and repeat,
the wolves lend their voices
to this unlikely tune,
praising their fathers
and the full moon,
may your heart be filled
with joy and then,
may your enemies become
your best friend.