raised by wolves

i've often wondered
what it must be like
to have real parents
and not to have been
raised by wolves, to
have been left alone
in a basket on
the edge town,
in the woods. but it
was not so bad. we
had alot of fun.
squirrels don't taste
as funny as they look.
communication was
awkward at times, but
there was a strong
sense of family,
the comfort and warmth
of the den is memorable.
my circling three times
before lying down to
go to sleep and my
occasional howling
at the moon is natural
for me, so don't let it
bother you. i promise
not to bite. i haven't
bitten anyone in years,
at least not too hard.
i'm more of a nibbler now.