Knut
Four years worth of muscle, fur and mystery,
pacing the same stone space.
Inside, his big heart hurts
and his brain becomes too heavy.
He keels over, collapses into the water,
with six hundred people watching.

 

His soul is heading

to where Northern Lights

haunt skies.

Where ice sighs at savage beauty,
and spring pulls itself back

into the heart of the landscape.

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