Tuesday, 27 September 2011

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.

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