The WolfChild

He runs not with the pack

He watches only his back

And eats his kills in peace

At times it tastes blissful

At times it tastes bitter

But to him it always has taste

And the others...

The others growl and claw at him

They take his kills and growl

Sometimes they take it and

Pretend he was never there

Sometimes the pack is happy

Sometimes the pack does not

Like its leader

He is free from all leaders

And enjoys the wind

Flowing freely through his fur