A tapioca polar bear approached me Easter morn
and told me I had leverage within this golden arch.
I took the time to recognize that polar bears can’t talk,
but this one shrugged and passed me by, aware that I would trail.
So he and I approached a cave, uncommon in that place.
He bade me: “sit and light a fire, your thumbs are magical”.
I laughed and got some kindling out, but lit the tinder first.
He went into a hiding place and found his finest catch.
We ate like kings; I let him have the lion’s share of fish.
“My stomach’s smaller than my hands, and not as magical.”