Wild Boy

Bottled mischief escaped him like fresh lemonade

After pretending to sleep 

And listening to mama’s sweet bedtime song,

Watching her through closed eyes he’d wanted to  

Sing too, but howling at the moon

Might have caused her to scream.

Falling out of the window was no big deal

It didn't hurt anyway,

Landing on concrete would have really hurt

But as wolf-boy-a handsome one at that-

He was invincible.

Drunk on the freedom of night air and no sleep

The was no particular plan

Maybe pull the tale off next door’s cat?

Throw stones at squirrels! he giggled 
As he smoothed down his baby soft fur.

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