Magical

There's some mystique about the night That captures every soul, With the wild wolf 'neath the moonlight, As it fulfills its role... Mid tall trees here, mid tall trees there, Mid craggy rocks as well, The wolf stands still, enough to scare, As if he came from Hell... Yet on his own, as wild dogs roam, His eyes alert to all, He howls sometimes away from home, The other wolves to call... Mid darkest night and daylight dawn He searches high and low, A ghostlike spectre, so forlorn And so his legends grow... Sometimes that grey looks white enough, To dazzle human eyes, That still recall the dogs they love Until they realise... Though magical the wolf may seem, Regardless, night or day, His selfish thoughts are so extreme, Brave men are known to pray... Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Magical'.