The girl lived in the wild,
For she was the wolf child.
She ran with her pack every night,
Howling in the moon light.
One day an old woman came,
Soon the girl became tame.
Years went by,
Every night the wolves would cry.
Still, years carried on,
But the girl was long gone.
Finally, she returned,
Only to find her old home burned.
She ran into the cave,
The scene was a charcoaled grave.
There was one wolf surviver,
And he spoke to her,
“You’ve been gone for many years,
Thats when we met one of our greatest fears.
I hope you found what you were looking for,
Because the pack is no more.
My life is near its end,
Goodbye my old freind.”
The girl stared at the wolf in shock,
Her stomach sinking like a rock,
“But I found my real family!
Can’t you be happy for me?”
The wolf looked at her with a grim face,
“Wasn’t This your rightful place?
I thought we were your real family,
Guess you don’t agree.”
The girl opened her mouth to speak,
But the wolf collapsed because he has grown too weak.
The wolf shed a tear,
“Guess this is goodbye, my dear.”