Lookout Rock

The Timber Wolf's a wary beast, As cautious as can be And this young wolf was mighty pleased At all that he could see... His lookout rock gave him full view Of front, back, left and right, Conserving strength helped him get through, That suited him just right... Not many humans could survive The coldness in the air, Fur coats are fine, but who can thrive With coldness everywhere? Sometimes the days are twilight times, The sun's a distant friend, It's then each wolf more wisely climbs, Its safety to defend... The Timber Wolf endures it all, It lives from day-to-day And few ignore its mountain call, Although most stay away... But those who see it roaming wild, Stand still and stare direct, As if by beauty they're beguiled And show it some respect... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lookout Rock'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com