White Majesty, Too...

White wolf! White wolf! I see you there! Though you glide like a ghost, Just like a blur upon the air, As if a cloud to coast... But your black eyes betray disguise That Nature can't improve, While up and forward limbs must rise, Your bodyweight to move... White wolf! White wolf! I've learnt your tricks! You wily so-and-so, That's why, right now, my camera clicks, Before you turn and go... Your majesty, your poise, your style, I've captured all I can, Though you may smirk and you may smile, I'm not the average man... White wolf! White wolf! A king to some, A spirit on the prowl, A haunting presence, still you come, Then on some hill to howl... But until then, my camera's stored Your majesty and more, So be you king, or sovereign lord, I've got what I came for! Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016. A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, White Majesty II by UK artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.