Cub

Ice

Slippery wet under paws made of warm flesh

Balancing weight from foot to foot.

All the while holding a cub, like a flame in tumult

Amongst fur

Weight shifting

Wishing from within to burst forth and become a part

Of the white epitaph all around

Both singular and universal

I tread

Holding still to light

As cracks break beneath me

 I fall

The flame left to tread the froth unkempt,

Untamed

Carefully

Spread out to match weight with a world of ice 

alone