The rain rumbles like a beast in the hills,
Roaring out its triumph as it feasts on its kills.
Laying on the stone floor, I look at the roof of my cave,
This was a choice made by only the brave,
To live like an animal, free in the wild,
Though most would agree this is no place to raise a child.
Lighting flashes like a fire of the gods,
I sit still, determined to survive against the odds.
I hear the pack is moving, the leader loudly howls,
Despite their bluster in the wind, they move silently as owls.
I've pulled my cloak tighter against many storms,
Now I'm smiling softly at the child in my arms.
Slowly now, the storm clouds recede,
The sun shall now shine, silently, I plead,
That the deer shall come to eat.
All of us could do with some fresh and tender meat.
The parting clouds reveal a clean new world,
The perfect playspace for my wild little girl.
