A Kodiak Moment

I could crush you in an instance,

My little friendly fly,

Instead I let you be;

I let you fly, fly, fly.

You grow big and bold,

Around me flying,

Testing and trying,

You only see the soft warm fur,

And not the inside, cold,

The animal: the bear.

You prod me and push,

Your greed has gotten the best,

You want more than the flowery lush;

But with it comes the rest.

Teeth, too much and I will bite,

You do not cage what cannot be,

Your life has gone on much too long,

A meat stamp saying; 'trite'!

Don't push it, don't push me,

No one outlives the bite.