Evening Sun

The white wolf stood and stared a while... The water soothed his feet. Perhaps he'd search another mile For food that he could eat. The sunshine faded, night approached, A sudden chill was felt... The silvered twilight moon encroached And darkness soon was dealt... The evening sun bid all farewell, Its time had come and gone, Replaced by stars that cast their spell As moonlight carried on... The stuff of legends now took hold, He howled his hunger out... Who knew what wonders would unfold, What fears to cause men doubt? Now all his instincts forced his pace, For he, too, must survive, Against all odds, through nights and days, Perchance to stay alive... It's true that wolves have wily schemes To brave the midnight storm, Yet pet dogs dream their pampered dreams, In comfort, calm and warm... Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Evening Sun'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com