THE WOLF PAINTING
Just his head and shoulders can be seen
Hidden in a forest deep, dark and green,
The look painted in his big brown eyes
Is of hunger, as if waiting for his prize.
Yet also in them is an air of mystery,
A hope of unsure trust and noble majesty,
A pact between wild beast and tamed man,
I am willing, his eyes say, trust if you can.
He seems to be willing to step forward first,
Like drinking at the stream to quench his thirst
But standing there is a predator, so he holds back
Which is the strongest urge, courage, does he lack?
Every time I climb the stairs I look into his eyes
And wonder was his hunger met with a juicy prize,
Did a human and a wolf become friends so true,
I will leave the story’s ending up to each of you.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 15 March 2005