Polar Bear Dream Poem by Max Reif

We're letting a polar bear
sleep at our house,
on a cot
on the front
porch.

He takes off his bear skin
and puts on
a tank top I left him,
and some binoculars
around his neck.
He looks just like
a person now.

After awhile, I ask him
to put his bear suit back on,
but somehow we've messed it up —
the edges are all ragged.

I take him inside
and tell him,
'Well, we'll just
turn the refrigerator on,
and there's another suit
almost as good, '

but I don't like the idea
of a polar bear
being caged.