The two wolves walked, one thought in mind, <br />Survival was no game, <br />That's why their two strengths were combined <br />When hunting was their aim... <br />Two heads better, as some would say, <br />That plan had served them well, <br />For when they chased the fleeing prey, <br />They all ran close to Hell... <br /> <br />Each time they tried to track new scents... <br />Their hunger stayed the same, <br />With no disgust for past events, <br />No sense of guilt or shame... <br />That's why they paced themselves this hour <br />And kept at bay their dread, <br />Conserving all their dregs of power <br />For what must lay ahead... <br /> <br />The two wolves sought no friends or fans, <br />So wild no man could tame, <br />The world itself was their expanse, <br />They sought no claim to fame... <br />Pack leaders come, pack leaders go, <br />For now, they ruled by might, <br />A fact that only few would do, <br />Yet true both day and night... <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011. <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'Pack Leaders'. <br /> <br />More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br />denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pack-leaders/
