Two Wolves

Two wolves fight in the snow of my yard

One is black and the other is white

I watched and tossed some meat to the black wolf

Thinking to help the stronger side.

The black wolf is large, frightening and scarred

And defeated the white wolf once it was fed

Blood soaked the snow and the white wolf whimpered

I sat down beside it and awaited its death.

The white wolf was frail, but majestic and pure

And the longer I stared, the more I could see

That the bloodthirsty black wolf, once victorious

Would turn its claws and stained fangs on me.

I took the last of my meat to feed the white wolf

And the two wolves stood to fight again

It wasn’t long before the black wolf was conquered,

Its’ parasitic life finally brought to an end.