Lone Vigil Poem by Denis Martindale

It matters not if day or night,
Lone vigils must be kept,
The lone wolf stared at all in sight,
At things that crawled or crept...
For predators, food is the key,
The future to unlock,
Their stomach pains must be set free,
Regardless of the clock...

So day or night, the lone wolf stares,
Determined to survive,
Mid Summer's breeze or cold night airs,
Who knows what will arrive?
For other creatures need food, too,
But haven't sensed who's near,
So merely do what creatures do,
Till wolves fill them with fear...

The lone wolf waits, like statues will,
Unmoving, yet on guard,
Atop a snow-tipped frozen hill,
Yet with a heart so hard...
Take note, it matters not, my friend,
If you look great or small,
The lone wolf waits, on that depend,
To hunt for one and all...