Lords Of The Arctic

Two snow wolves stayed on pure white snow, Like two rocks side-by-side... As if they had no home to go, No warm place to abide... Yet heat can't feed the wolves by day Or nurture them by night, That's why the wolves must hunt for prey, Before their food takes flight. Two wolves await what God allows To cross their paths once more... For now, the hungry wolves must browse, No movement to ignore... No sound can stir without their ears Locating that new source, For even wild wolves have their fears, As Nature takes its course. Lords of the Arctic, yes, indeed... Survivors striving still, Their hunger pangs help them succeed, We know they always will. For who seeks hunger for a friend? Or thirst that aches within? That's why, the hunt can never end, While they've got hope to win... Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lords Of The Arctic'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com