Lone Wolf, Too Poem by Denis Martindale

The lone wolf, like a statue stood,
Feet firmly in the snow,
Surveying all the neighbourhood
While feeling somewhat low...
For hunger in that bitter cold
Was like a pain that gnawed,
With food more precious than pure gold,
Refined and freshly poured...

His black coat matched his stern-faced gaze,
His eyes searched here and there,
Were these his awful, final days
Or was there food somewhere?
Though humans judge what he must do,
They, too, would hunt as well,
Slowed down by snow, less life to view,
The opposite of Hell...

But Winter takes its toll on all,
No life on Earth gets spared,
Keep warm, safe, fed... or else you'll fall,
As if nobody cared...
The food he caught was all his own,
No other dividends,
The lone wolf had to hunt alone,
No fellowship, no friends...


Denis Martindale October 2016.


Poem based on the magnificent wildlife painting
by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...