Sea Glass

The little urchin sat by the sea watching the waves splash no parent to watch him no rules to obey, just a big old sea He survived on wild berries and fresh catch of the day half crazed with heat he wore nothing but skin hide A little roe deer depleted by summer, lost but not found no rescue mission in question for this child, un-abused He was raised by wolves in the thicket of the forest respecting nature he ate what he caught with bare hands A feral one with matted dreadlocks and eyes like sea glass moved like a panther with stealth, as he surfed the shore first human contact was made by a fisherman on his arrival it took years to build up the trust, but eventually he spoke.