Lobo

Not one wolf here on Earth forgives When his next meal gets lost... The moon shines down on each that lives Regardless of the cost... The lobo's hunger must remain, As if to drive him wild, As if to drive him quite insane, Such that his soul's defiled... As he looks now, he looks serene, Quite calm and self-composed, But this is just the in-between, No victim's death to boast... I know he looks so beautiful, Beguiling in a way... But sometimes wolves can be so cruel... With others easy prey... Behold the wolf that stares ahead, His features so distinct, Without a single trace of dread, Awareness interlinked... With eyes that focus here and there And ears than scan for sound, This lobo's up for any dare, While food's somewhere around... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lobo'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com