Hunger and Pride
Hunger and Pride
“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
“But I’m hungry,” cries the wolf,
Snarling to intimidate me.
“Take the bone," I cry, "I don’t want it.”
And the wolf ungratefully does
And, for the time being, is satiated.
From inside the cage,
The wolf peers out, as if at a standoff,
Wily and wry and unapologetic.
And I look in, mesmerized
By its burning eyes and bared teeth:
“O, Canis lupus, trust me."
“You live in the moment,
Unable to comprehend
That I want to be your friend.”
And it cries, “Let me go!”
“O, Canis lupus, I can’t set you free.
You will kill and devour the sheep.”
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