Beneath the silver-speckled moon,
That floated like the clouds,
The wild wolf smiled for he would soon
Dispel all nearby crowds.
For he could howl, upon his hill,
Enough to chill your bones,
Enough to make a brave man ill
And fill his throat with groans...
This wily wolf could howl all night!
He sat still unafraid...
He grinned from ear-to-ear all right,
Then what a noise he made!
All ears for miles were tuned in now!
He sniggered, then he paused...
With one huge breath, he howled and how!
And, oh, what fear that caused!
Then three quick howls to pile it on!
Then silence, just for fun...
And just when folks had thought he'd gone,
He proved he wasn't done!
Beneath the hunter's moon above,
His body shook with glee...
He howled as they screamed, 'Lay it off!'
'You can't get rid of me!'
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2009.
My Poetry website: http://poem.says.it
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Hunter's Moon'.
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The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here:
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http://tinyurl.com/gayfordpoems2
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The framed pictures are bought from these UK websites:
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