Na/GloPoWriMo Day 23 sets out a challenge to write a poem about an animal or animals:

Kermode White In Blues
by Michael Romani

Two white tigers, not in biology
More in a thing of Chinese astrology
Set about that day in walking
And as they were they were talking
Viewing animals enclosed in human cages
Remembering storied half forgotten pages
Happily they laughed as they were strolling
Caught up remembering yesterdays flowing
Pointing out the bellowing hippopotamuses 
With their gianormous dancing rumpasses
The Ghost Bears were not a tale of haunting
But rather one of endlessly wanting
Just a little bit of forest to call their own
Where a little dignity they would be left alone
Raven flew overhead wishing in her trickery
That the rainforest might provide sanctuary
The first tiger turned to her significant other
And wondered aloud if like cheetahs and another
Species or two, these bears might be magic
And their losses a bit too too tragic
The second tiger held her paw like hand
Then her closer whispering of a land
Long ago the Kitasoo tell in their ancient tale
Raven was a creator of greenery where life would dwell
And in these places she placed fish and the berry
So that all life could live well and not just barely
In a land of plenty that served as quite the habitat
If only it might be that mankind might imagine that
And allow all life to have its niche and place
There could be balance we might all learn to embrace
Instead it's only in the Douglass Channel that we find
The Home of the White Bear may become a memory behind
A legend of half such a memory for our human family
When greed one day destroys Gribbell Island's legacy

(c) April 23, 2019  Michael Romani
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