Life Lessons (the poem of the Wolf, Coyote and the snake)
A Fable, Metaphor, or Hidden Truth to tell.
There was once a fine farmer way out west,
Whose big farm was known as the best,
His problems soon began with some pests,
That began to eat, as if possessed.
An old coyote liked his plump chickens,
A rattlesnake loved all their nice eggs.
A hungry wolf, soon to come upon the scene,
Preferring all the fat cattle's juicy legs.
Beside himself. perplexed, and extremely upset,
The farmer's wish, the bad one's demise to be met,
The snake wanted more eggs, then in his regret,
The coyote, more chicks, to increase the bet.
The wolf played the pair, to enhance his lair,
His wish, to leave no cows to spare.
The coyote and snake, their vows did break,
As on a rampage, without any care.
The poor farmer hunted and later, to stalk,
The bad ones, with bravado, such bold talk.
While the wolf licked his chops, to pull out all stops,
It was never his own notion to balk.
The rattlesnake hid in ambush, and then struck,
As the farmer got out of his old red truck,
Now the poor fellow, in a far field was stuck,
His life's work ended, now lost, out of luck.
Then all the farm's cattle and fluffy sheep,
Even the chickens, sold, and not one to keep,
The coyote, so hungry, then ate the poor snake,
This, on the wolf's menu, no hearts were to break.
The wolf devoured brother coyote, no crime,
Then fled away to a cold northern clime,
He dined on veggies, a menu, without rhyme,
No real diet to him, and not worth a dime.
Lessons taught, and for all who may see,
In being so careful in what we wish to be,
The methods chosen, in goodness, so free,
Those of evil intent, the rewards, all to flee.
Some stories told as a fable, metaphorically,
To a false label, its truth, as in a degree.
We take what we read, the best of fine seeds,
Planted in thoughts, carried by an arrant breeze.
A message may be intended, before it has ended,
For each mind's eye, that so sees,
The hopes, to digest, the whole of the rest,
As each author so writes, his best, to please.
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