Lurking Lobo! Poem by Denis Martindale

Lurking Lobo!



The lurking Lobo wolf stood there,
Impatiently again,
For hunger drove him to despair,
As it did now and then...
And to survive another day,
Perhaps another week,
He hoped his next meal came his way,
Or things, for him, looked bleak...

The Lobo wolf leaned out next to
The tall tree by his side,
To salivate as dogs would do,
With their mouths, open wide...
As if some new scent drifted close,
Of his meal on the move,
To tempt his now delighted nose,
With sighs it would approve...

The Lobo wolf then licked his lips
As his prey ran in sight,
Poor thing, not sensing how life slips,
As that wolf planned its plight...
So one life lives as one life dies,
As Nature plays its game,
I know that's not a great surprise,
But isn't it a shame?


Denis Martindale September 2016.


A poem based on the magnificent wildlife painting
by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases for
gayford prints and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.

Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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