The Wolf and the Hare

The wolf has said, "I have no taste for blood,"
"In fact, this has never been my way."
"By my solitude in the hill others thought I would kill,"

"I'd rather eat clover and hay."

But his fangs, they belie him and claws do protest

This notion we heard him just say.

His keen nose and ears easy attune to the fears

Of the small, the weak and the prey.

By moonlight the hare, he now freely prowls

In the woods and the hills with his pack.

He warns others "Beware! Be on watch for the hare!"

Bloodthirsty, he stalks his next snack.

But how dreadful a bunny, with soft, downy fur?

And a white fluffy tail at his back?

Buck teeth protrude, and by this is construed,

He is intended for carrots to attack.

The man was convinced his ways were too brutish.

More like a woman he should be.

Be sensitive and meeker, emotive and weaker.

"The world will be better, you see."

His traits are toward risk, to conquer and persevere,

To protect and provide for a family.

But courage and strength, no longer virtues he seeks,

Not well thought of to be manly.

The woman is then left to be the aggressor.

She is smarter, more cunning after all!

She can rear them and steer them and have a career then,

Never mind her equipment's grand call.

Let us be wise observers of ourselves and our roles,
Neither aggrandizing nor making one small.
Each station honor, our natures not squander,
Taking each post with resolve.