Some more bear-related stuff from Lydia, though not an entry to the contest, because: This isn't an original poem, but it is something my dad used to quote to me when i was little about a very special bear:

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?

and here's something else my dad used to say. (i'm starting to believe that shok is a bear in disguise!) Mr. Bear was the principal of his elementary school. when dad was in grade 1, all of the kids learned how to sing:
"Mr. Bear lost his hair and found it in his underwear!"

Polar Bear Poetry Contest Rules
And just in case you don't read the comments (droppings), for the poetry contest, River Selkie asked if the poem has to rhyme. No. And also I decided to add a prose category in case you want to write a non-poetic story about our friend the last black polar bear. And heck, if you happen to be walking in the Arctic and actually see one, take a picture and send it in. So, the poetry category is completely open ended- you can do haiku, haipoo, limericks, free-verse, whatever. And the story can be about anything at all, as long as an actual, non-metaphorical black polar bear figures in it somehow. You can enter by emailing me, and the contest is open to anyone.