Wanderlust Wolf
Wanderlust Wolf
Icicles overwhelmed the running beast
It could not escape from nature or bitter winter
Morbid frost formed about its coat of fur
Fierce storms held a grip down to the soul, rolled wet
Ran in the face of reason in the wild, froze to the skin
Black forest hid deep needles in the windy pine
Howls in the distance screamed for spring
Silver wolf could not stop or it would die
Chasing more than dreams, hunger on its mind
Solid crystals cling to him; grow even colder, under branch and trees
Thick on the fur a heavy burden
Weighed down like some punishment for crimes committed
Snows sentence for the beast long overdue
For killing soft white bunnies and other woodland creatures from its past
Poor animals were torn apart for what
All they wanted out of life was a simple drink
Clear fresh water to lap up with their soft little lips
One moment a Bambi like baby deer is standing there
Bowing head down on the gentle brook
Innocently enjoying life in a tender moment
It looks up with soft brown eyes; then Bam!
Wolf charges from the woods with savage anger
Rips off its tiny head, feasts on its carcass fast
Blood spewing, body parts fly, primal lust ensues with carnage
Not a happy ending but an ending none the less for our fury friend
Silver wolf hunts in winters lost, in thoughts and wanderlust
Cares only for survival as frost forms the frozen face
Snow covers trees and beast, the cost of living in the woods
Under layers of fur, cruel things are bound to happen in the cold
Created on 3/20/15 for “Canis Lupus the Wolf” - Poetry Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
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