I watched the white wolf watching me.
No movement at all in the snow.
Such a lesson in composure
To learn at his feet, so to speak.
The snow fell silent around him.
Still Life of Nature in nature.
“What thoughts have you, regal creature
Gazing at me so intently?”
“My Stillness is my gift to you.
My gaze the binding of your heart.
My Nature holds the key to yours
Wild and free, you are my own.”
Your into voyeurism?
Good poem!
No, I’m not. Yoyeurism is sexual.
But that wolf image is awesome - at least to me. I am into observing, reflecting, feeling - allowing what comes to me as I gaze at a picture.
I composed another poem which is in here that has to do with two wolves - one of them is this one.
I just wanted to write a poem that was a bit different than what I’ve been doing and much shorter. I’m getting tired of rhyming. 
Thank you Ierrellus. 