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
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