Playing with Wolves

They used to call me the animal trainer,
because I’ve wrangled beasts twice my size
and spent too much time directing circuses
in an attempt to get them to normalize.
I used methods and treats and discipline
to bend these creatures to my command,
but some of them preferred being rabid
and did everything to bite off my hand.
I even showed forgiveness a time or two,
because I knew they were instictually wild.
But, I finally threw the towel into the sucker’s ring.
It never mattered how I soothed or beguiled.
Besides, I’ve always preferred a distant howl–
a pack where the leader remains behind,
protecting the fragile ones from the rear,
knowing power remains vigilant and kind.
It’s a method that’s worked from the beginning–
operative alone, but collaborating in droves.
I suppose that’s why I failed in the circuses:
I was always supposed to play with wolves.

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