<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Curious Presence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a presence, close to me, <br>With soft-like sounds no more, <br>At first, a solemn mystery<br>Until I could be sure...<br>And then a lone wolf dead ahead, <br>From nowhere, now in sight, <br>Such that there was a sense of dread, <br>A chill that led to fright...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet I sensed the danger passed, <br>As if there were no harm, <br>Its curious presence there at last, <br>No mutual alarm...<br>No fear from me, no fear from him, <br>Just co-existence now, <br>Living souls, with each a pilgrim, <br>With peace our silent vow...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked at me, his coat aglow, <br>His eyes like dogs I owned, <br>Perhaps that's why I let him go, <br>His future life condoned...<br>With ears on high, transfixed above, <br>Alert to all around...<br>Though times were hard and life was tough, <br>A vision to astound...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Curious Presence'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367043" data-title="Curious Presence de Denis Martindale" data-description="There was a presence, close to me, With soft-like sounds no more, At first, a solemn mystery Until I could be sure... And then a lone wolf dead ahead, From nowhere, now in sight, Such that there was a sense of dread, A chill that led to frigh..."></div> </div> </div>

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