Gray Wolf – Up On Snowy Ridge

Gray Wolf

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 some will find 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?

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