The Wild Child Posted on October 22, 2014 by Devonavar Curled up A cold night’s sleep She has to sleep sometime Cold, alone Faeries in the palm of her hand Blessing the faeries Is it safe? Nobody sees her Above the forest Lounge time What’s up there? Target spotted? Hunting ground Surveying her domain … waiting … What did she see? A target? Ready to strike Pounce! Satisfied Fishing … and waiting … Did she hear you? Startled Who are you? She doesn’t like you Attacks when cornered The Wild Child by Devonavar is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.