Arctic Hero? Poem by Denis Martindale

The white wolf appeared the hero
Amid that arctic scene,
Where those temperatures hit zero,
As winds grew strong and mean...
With nought but fur to keep him warm,
He battled night and day,
Despite the bitter cold and storm,
He stayed to hunt his prey...

The hard decisions had been made,
For hunger hurt like hell,
The only way to make it fade
He knew by now so well...
Thus to the strong and to the brave
Were weaker lives bestowed,
When none on Earth was there to save,
When none no mercy showed...

It's just the victors left that boast,
If boasting swelled their pride,
If by such joys they felt engrossed
And conscience gave no guide...
Though Nature gave him teeth and claws,
And cunning ways to plot,
This white wolf chose a silent pause,
Reflecting on his lot...


Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife
painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.