One by one I have seen friends closest
find partners,
engage,
marry.
I rejoice in their happiness.  I know they have found equals
far surpassing my match for them.
Yet I suspect the number of 
me-friendly people finite,
and I grieve to see each one go,
watching nestling birds
fly from the nests
wondering how many remain.
I suspect a hungry fox lurks within me,
and am afraid.
     -- CSA. February 3, 1998.