Wild child

The forest swallowed Amy
As Into a cave she fell
And there she lay amongst the cubs
Under their wild spell
Innocent with her state of grace
And incorruptibility
A tiny human baby
Above suspicion
Delicately
She just became one of the pack
Seraphic in so many ways
Accepted by the wolves who thought
That it became her enchantment phase
Such devotion she enjoyed
For the outside world she could avoid
Half wolf half child
But she was wild
Wilder than the wildest who
She could run and hunt and climb
And experience the thrill of time

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