Storytime

Silently lopes the winter wolf,
beneath snow-laden trees,
following frozen rivers as
alone he braves the breeze.

His fate is now a certainty,
an end that none may tell;
and though he hunts, he hungers not,
expecting naught as well.

He listens to a distant howl
across a wind-swept lake,
a feast of tasty caribou
of which he’ll not partake.

With a pace that’s ever slowing down,
his vision’s grown opaque,
though memories still flicker on
of kills he once could make.

He's shared long nights in joyful howls
beside a strong grey mate,
but hunting’s made him weary now -
his day has become late.

As snow yet falls in softest flakes,
his thoughts are growing dim.
Peaceful sleep is gently waiting,
as night descends on him...

Benny

Amazing work! Love the way you presented this poem...visual to say the least! Besides, I love wolves...lol. I loved this work very much. Thank you for posting this.

Echoes

very visually scribed, a solid opening stanza, told with a deep sense of story, enjoyed the read

Altree94

What a wonderful write!!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Just the word Wolf in the title captured my interest because that is my clan. TY for posting and for the pic - awesome!

erikestabrook

I like the ending emmensely and wolves are good to write about,
seems like you had two lines of visuals folowed by a line about the wolf
twas executed well

Storytime

Thank you for your comments. This poem was a bear, it just wouldn't happen; I had almost given up on it when a few lines finally worked.

PaintedDiary

Thank God you did not give up! Brilliant dear poet, simply brilliant!!!

Painted