The Polarbear's Ways

It was just one more time that he would pack his gear and quickly kiss her lips before he vanished in the night, alonely shadow in the snow. And by his side his greenland mutt with blue Siberian eyes and playful face. They'd get their skin this time, such shame of failure in the past, it hurt until today, this night a promise. When dawn awoke to chase the midnight sun a heavy silence had descended. And from the valley to the foaming sea cold tufts of winter's breath just hung as if reluctant to disperse into the sky. A lone and bloodied Greenland dog, three-legged, grimacing in pain arrived at home, all strength had gone his master now at peace, not to return. He died, out on the cruel ice of lethal paws because he did not know the ways of polar bears.