Hidden Observer

The lone gray wolf sat still once more, Next to another tree... As if to tap his frozen paw, In time, impatiently... The snow had stopped, the breeze was cool, He sighed another sigh... And there he sat, as if a fool, For something to pass by... An hour vanished like the sun That clouds had blocked from sight. Yet there was nothing to be done, Waiting in that twilight... Starvation haunts the carnivores When snow sets on the ground. The lone gray wolf can't rest indoors When there's no food around... Then drooping ears pricked up at last! A rustling sound was heard... The lone gray wolf then ran so fast To catch the helpless bird! The ancient battle then ensued, The hunter and the prey... This time, the wolf had won the fued And food was on its way... The ancient rules must still apply... For Nature's Laws must serve her... That's why, beneath the twilight sky, He's the hidden observer... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Hidden Observer'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com