which prompted me to write this poem.
Dancing Bear
The cub was snared
By poachers
No one cared
When he was beaten
No one was there to shout
When they filed down his claws
And smashed his teeth out
Imagine the pain
When they burned holes
For a ring and chain
Through his lips and nose
No one saw the agony
In the young cub’s eyes
When they made him dance
On glowing tiles
No one knows what it is to be
Born free
And die in captivity
writing in north norfolk 
Horrible..what they do to these animals
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