Dark Elegance

The big black wolf was strong and tough, No coward soul was he, But certainly devoid of love When hunting carefully... That was the time when play had past, When hunger drove him on, The time his long legs moved so fast, Before his prey had gone... No matter, whether day or night, The big black wolf knew well, His presence known would cause a fright And all one's peace dispel... You see, he had one life to live, Each meal he had to find, No angel came to him to give Some fresh food to be kind... We each must strive to make ends meet, Not all choose grass or greens, That's why life isn't always sweet When hunger intervenes... But there's a certain elegance That predators preserve, Despite the fact they're not our friends, To God, they still have worth... Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.