THE WOLF: He stealthily slinks sleek while you deeply sleep, Treading softly through the forest of your dreams, Searching for scarce food, mole, bird & errant sheep, Tiptoeing gently through fallen leaves & frosty streams, Howling at the deaf pregnant moon for unheard justice, Weeping, pleading, asking, “Why the wolf, Why me?” Luna just looks down from her pitch-black, starry cornice, And with pity answers, “Don’t come to me with your ancient plea”. Instilling fear within the hard hearts of cruel, unthinking men, The scourge of every related, scribed & ancient tale told, Scavenger of mountain, forest, dale & dense leafy fen, With bloody maw, jaw & paw, melded & soldered with wisdom old, He knows that on this earth, & in his life, he has no worldly friend, Alone he plods & silently treads, but always with wary eye, Trusting none upon this earth, & on none he can depend, He drifts quietly on his lonely path & sadly goes away to die. SUE LOBO ©: POEM BY SUE LOBO: BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK IS NOT MINE TO CLAIM, ONLY TO ADMIRE & SHARE. THE ARTIST IS UNKNOWN TO ME BUT I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW WHO IT IS SO AS TO CREDIT THEIR WORK:
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 10:32:20 +0000