Belugas no longer visit, he laments,
and the sea ice thins earlier every year.
His house sinks as permafrost no longer is.
Seabirds wash up on the beach
as their prey migrate to cooler waters.
He must take his four wheeler further
to find caribou and gas gets more expensive,
he says as he adjusts his Exxon Mobil cap.
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