Winter Perfection

They say the dog is Man's best friend, His buddy, through and through... You can depend he will defend, So credit where it's due... Yet from the wild wolf he was tamed And brought into the home, Where he plays free and unashamed, Wherever he may roam... To think, the wolf once crossed the globe, The forests, plains and hills... And every valley Man could probe, The wild wolf hunts and kills. Beyond the cities, Nature rules The hunter and the prey... When Summer dies, the Autumn cools, Then Winter haunts each day. The blinding snow falls to the ground And freezes far and wide... It's then the white wolf roams around And has no need to hide. His camouflage is perfect now, Successful hunts ensue... The truth is harsh, yet fates allow The things the wolf must do... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Perfection'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com