The Bird and the Wolf

There used to be a bird that loved me
Always dropping food on the ground
She loved to see me pick it up
Just so I could hang around

There used to be a wolf that spied me
Always inching in from afar
I would sink my hands through his coarse mane
Forgetting just who we are

I realized one day
That the bird didn't love me
Nor did the wolf, as he spied

The food that was dropped
Was merely a ploy
To make sure the wolf would stop by

I questioned the bird about it
Asking why did this need to be so
She answered plainly and to the point
Don't take offense, that's how things go

I questioned the wolf about it
Asking why did this need to be so
He turned on his tail and looked at his paws
Answering plainly, who knows how these things go