Born Leader

Amid the pack, a cub was born And each wolf watched him grow, From fragile creature so forlorn Beneath the moonlight glow... Yet in the dark nights, courage burned, White hot to overflow... Such that their doubts he overturned, Their scorn to overthrow... Be wary of this wolf, they thought, For he's like none before, In every single battle fought, He proved he knew the score... With dominant tenacity, Cold Winters to endure, He stood supreme, with dignity, With strength none could ignore... To him, survival was the key, Refusing to be bossed, With no way out and no mercy, As if his soul were lost... Behold his features so distinct, A wolf not to be crossed, For destiny and he were linked, No matter what the cost... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Born Leader'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com