Commensalism: A Sonnet

For shame the lone golden jackal follows The trail of the tiger through the laurels Picks off what's left until its hunger grows, Again whilst for nothing the tiger toils; For shame the wings of night filch the canine; As the dog hunts for its well earnèd meals Its teeth are bared for the wingèd midnight; The bird gives nothing yet it always steals; All these different species one works one takes, Why must the givers give and the crooks thieve? When will these hunters ever catch a break? But how could they know of this turn of fate? The lesson is simple however true Never love someone more than they love you. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


Janell Shute

Don’t give more than than what you get. 

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