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In the sky
Wolves often manifest on the pasture
Much to my chagrin
No, it is not their stealing of chickens;
for they are fenced in.
no, it is not their hostility;
they look up at me with curiosity, nothing more.
No, my annoyance derives
from how they worry me so.
Their innocent eyes
and honest demeanor
compel me to protect them
So, an isle was built
to contain them
What I want
is to tame them
To make them my friends
But I can't care for all of them
If a single one were to slip off a ledge
I would be distraught
and so I watch
trying to avoid attachment
I laugh and brush it off
I've always had a kindred with canines
But I kneel before the fence and pray
for them to disappear
to a pasture on the ground
where they will be safe
My usual cheery demeanor
sullened
with grim recognition
of friends that stay strangers
I wonder to myself
why they seem unbothered
while I contemplate
If I am the one inside the fence