Winter Finery

The lone wolf stared upon the hill, Upbeat, for all to see, As if to watch him was a thrill In Winter finery, With coat so thick, it kept him warm, Against the Winter wind, So he survived the swirling storm And simply howled and grinned... The other creatures weren't so blessed, With gritted teeth, no smiles And jealous that he was well dressed With strength to run for miles... Life isn't fair to one and all And yet who could they blame? They merely stared and watched snow fall... So random without aim... The wolf would last the Winter through, Just one day at a time, By doing what he had to do, Though some think that's a crime... Survival tactics, hunting skills, Tenfold tenacity, No conscience anytime he kills... There, my friends, the pity... Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Finery'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com