Watching From Cover

The wily wolf was all alone, Content to be that way And like a statue made of stone, He waited for his prey... Watching from cover, laid on snow, His soul was stained by crime, Upon the path he chose to go, As snowflakes marked the time... Though silence was his only friend, He knew it wouldn't last, For soon it would be at an end As his next meal walked past... Till then he waited patiently, No energy was lost... Until fate chose his destiny, No matter what the cost... He strained to keep his head held high, His eyes and ears so cold, As lonesome hours waved goodbye With nothing to be told... But suddenly, he heard snow crunch, His prey was in his sights, Suffice to say he'd found his lunch, Despite the wrongs or rights... Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Watching From Cover'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com