Lone Wolf

The lone wolf stares with piercing eyes, Alert to all things close, His ears aware, so no surprise, But inner tension grows... For silence isn't always clear When predators stalk prey And snow helps creatures disappear, No matter, night or day... The lone wolf paused, as if concerned, Unable to proceed, Eyes left, eyes right, till truth was learned And he felt safe indeed... Despite his feet both cold and numb, What facts could he acquire? His heart was beating like a drum, Intense as if on fire... The lone wolf faced such times as these, As many creatures must, Who lack the hope and certainties Communities can trust... Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers And families beyond With each one who helps the others, Groups form a lifelong bond... Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lone Wolf'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com