White Wonder
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Denis Martindale
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The white wolf takes like others do,
He doesn't seek advice
And so, why should he care for you,
If you don't think he's nice?
Yet there's a beauty white wolves own,
That beckons us draw near,
Until our hearts turn cold as stone
And wisdom grants us fear...
Yet there he is, the predator,
The hunter, night and day,
But to him, what would it matter,
What other creatures say?
He either starves or kills and feasts,
There's nowhere in-between,
He knows the cost like other beasts
And that's why he's so mean...
The white wolf glowed, his coat ablaze,
A wonder to behold
And many legends form his praise
With each new story told...
Condemning every trace of guile,
Each striking pose and pounce,
Yet complimenting every smile,
As if the King of Hounds...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'White Wonder'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
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