Forest Sentinel

The wolf was waiting, as you do, Yet who could tell what for? The scenery, the point of view? Perhaps a sense of awe? A sentinel from Summers past With Winter here today, Now braving winds approaching fast With sunshine kept at bay... Beyond a mumbling, grumbling tum, A belly void of food, The wolf knew he must overcome, Not simply change his mood... He paced himself, saved energy, Reserved resources still, For fate would change his destiny According to its will... Perhaps a father one year soon, The wolf must yet survive, Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, To somehow stay alive... In life, there were no guarantees, Just 'maybes' now and then, So he endured the Winter freeze, Like last year, once again... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Forest Sentinel'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com