They think I can’t hear them, but I can. I hear all of their teary laments and sorry sighs. They think I’m a prisoner here. They think I’d rather be out in the wild, in the icy terrain of Canada or Alaska or Greenland. They think it’s a “crime” that I’m here. If they only knew. If they only knew what a paradise this is. I don’t have to walk all those miles as the sea and ice levels change. I don’t have to dig my own sleeping pit. I can just lounge and feed here as I please. Because I’m just so tired. So very tired.
They think this is a prison for me. If they only knew.
