Comrades

What can be said of wolves as friends, As comrades, chums or mates, As each one on his pal depends And with him celebrates? Like criminals in cold cahoots, As callous as they come, We'll always know them by their fruits, Yes, all of them, not some... Yet there they stand, no shame in sight, No guilt for evil deeds, Just grins that signal their delight When either wolf succeeds... Their partnership was borne of guile, Now they walk toe-to-toe, Together for a long, long while, No matter where they go... Beware of such as these, beware, Their hearts are black as coal, Such that they hunt and fail to care For any life or soul... Though they appear like dogs so tame, They wouldn't hurt a fly, If you meet them, then you're to blame If you stand idly by... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Comrades'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com