Who’s the entozoon in my household?
Who is the host and who the parasite?
Depended on, dependant, when all’s told?
Contribute enough to make it alright?
Life with life seems mostly compatible,
unless it is a predator with prey.
Living together quite acceptable,
despite the differences on display.
Maybe the partnership gives extra strength.
A loyalty, and commitment, added.
Even if it exists at one’s expense,
from entropy, released, value-added.
So, the dog, the wife, and me, may well be,
although we claim we’re entozoon-free.