How fierce the bear in its’ cage,
All gone to the wind,
All purpose lost in a spending of moments of madness
In one long shroud it paces through,
In the bright white of the painted zoo –
See, how it swims!
But in its head alone, my child,
It caught a fish!
But the fish is dead,
And the brain registers not a clue
In the drab white of the Bristol zoo,
As the sworn shadow of the seal
Locks in a battle royal round the concrete den,
In the caged-up pen,
Not a trace that’s true –
See! How it’s gone, my child,
How it shakes its’ head,
Its’ spirit’s dead, my child, its’ spirit’s dead!
A polar bear at Bristol Zoo going insane. Decades ago, now. The zoo has changed since then.