The little urchin sat by the sea watching the waves splash
no parent to watch him no rules to obey, just a big old sea
He survived on wild berries and fresh catch of the day
half crazed with heat he wore nothing but skin hide

A little roe deer depleted by summer, lost but not found  
no rescue mission in question for this child, un-abused  
He was raised by wolves in the thicket of the forest
respecting nature he ate what he caught with bare hands

A feral one with matted dreadlocks and eyes like sea glass    
moved like a panther with stealth, as he surfed the shore
first human contact was made by a fisherman on his arrival  
it took years to build up the trust, but eventually he spoke.
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