The Wolf

[Revolte]

At the peak of the moon
in the forest of dread
came out the lone wolf
to howl for the dead.

Trees slightly shivered,
sheep shook and bled
when out came the wolf
that howled for the dead.

His feet in the mud
his eyes glowing red,
“persist!” cried the wolf
when he howled for the dead.

Big Brother had heard
and armed with their led
came pigs for the wolf
'cause he howled for the dead.

[PrinceMyshkin]

As deft and pointed as this was, I expected at least one more verse, in which the dread might be more fully presented.

[hillwalker]

I like this poem very much - particularly as I am currently working on a similar kind of poem about a wolf and sense we both recognise the mournful aura this creatue possesses.

My only observation is regarding your second verse -

the use of the word 'slightly' before 'shivered' weakens whatever image you were trying to convey,
and the line that follows that - 'sheep shook and bled' - is rather weak and probably needs an overhaul.

Other than that a fine piece.

H

[Bar22do]

Then you and Hillwalker could both read the beautiful book by Hélène Grimaud
"Wild Harmonies: A Life of Music and Wolves" about her love of music, America and ---- wolves!!!
I don't understand what do sheep do at night in the forest! I sort of expected a following or a dramatic conclusion...

[Revolte]

I did want to add a final verse but had issues with it, but just to make sure the meaning of the poem is heard I threw one in there.

[MorpheusSandman]

I'm a fan of wolves (in general) and I'm a fan of formal poetry so I quite like this one. I agree that it could be expanded and enriched a bit more, though.