White Wolf Poem by Denis Martindale

The white wolf wandered to and fro
In search of his next meal,
For where it was he didn't know
And yet his faith was real...
For he believed that time would tell,
So patience stirred him on,
To pay attention to each smell,
Before all trace had gone...

The white wolf often stared ahead,
As if he'd lost his way,
To see if something near had fled
To live another day...
Sometimes they looked too far to chase,
Sometimes he gambled still,
Sometimes a miracle took place,
As if it were God's will...

The white wolf lived a few short years
And raised a family,
He helped each overcome their fears
And live in harmony...
That's how the white wolf left behind
His part in Nature's plan,
Like him, we, too, must be resigned
And do the good we can...


Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2015.


Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.