There must a hole inside them, When their mates travel far oversees. I wonder if they worry, Of seals killing them. If their chick would be whisked away, By another penguin, If they turned their backs. I think I would worry a lot, If all I could was wait in the frigid winter air.

Arctic Fox

They pair for life, The small balls of fluff. But beware their teeth aren’t as cute. Away from their pups, they hunt. Ears to the ground, To capture a world down below, The snow. A glint of light across the snow. A graceful jump and a dive. A hope, That the pups will survive.

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