Even the Wolf

How often do you check yourself?
I asked the dog. Expecting no answer,
I watched him carefully lick his fur.

Oh if humans would be so fastidious
in their observations; if they cared
enough about themselves to care about others.

And then, butterflies, their delicate form
of mating as the female clings to leaf,
the male flitting so quickly upon her

you could not see them touching. They fly
away at last, dancing joyously through air
lightly, loosely entertwined with eachother.

Even the wolf, sharp teeth and ferocious
hunting instincts, brings home his prey
and shares it with his lover.