Gray Wolf – Up On Snowy Ridge

Up On Snowy Ridge

Up on Snowy Ridge, the wind is full of bite.
Most creatures do not stir, so stay they out of sight. 
And well for them they do, amongst the stormy howl. 
For in the blustery murk, a presence there may prowl.
It moves with stealth and purpose, but is it really there... 
a ghostly apparition, or just a false affair?
Up on Snowy Ridge, the tempest meets demise.
From the womb of Hell, a bold form does arise.
Its aura full of skookum, though mankind finds great flaw. 
Yet wild things in wild places, live by sacred law.
Up on Snowy Ridge, the untamed Gray Wolf waits.
It stands for all that’s wild and free, will this remain its fate?

...will wilderness abate?

~ Poem and Gray Wolf capture, Up On Snowy Ridge © Jerry L. Ferrara