a little white bear has       a story to tell.  he cannot name     his silent story;        his whispers: they are far too thin.     his fur is imitation; his bright wool hat is        far too small.   he'll never tell us        white bear stories.  bright woolen scarf,    bright woolen hat, little white bears,  distract us at times.    but are not helpful.      she's had a fright and doesn't want        to die today,  or even tonight  and not before        she's found  the love no one     can ever buy.   she'll never whisper answers to the riddle       we both know  (it makes her want to run and scream.)     but she won't say  the words that she        can't even dream.