A Polar Bear in Chessington

It was huge with disdain,
a dirty-white fur ball,
banging, banging,
on the steel door,

in that sunken pit of concrete,
with a pool – nowhere near
the size of the seas
of the Arctic Circle;

we looked on, with other visitors,
from behind glass walls,
us the bear-trappers,
with our entrance fees.

Reminded by this current story