This is a part of a poem I wrote almost 2 years ago. It was a dark time. I liked the idea that I was some kind of lone wolf, but I think that I was mostly just lonely. This was highlighted by the fact that I got bitten by a lamb. Wolves generally don’t get bitten by lambs, they more often than not are the ones doing the biting. This event forced me to realise that perhaps I was not a wolf, but just a boy. It was sad at first, but I’m ok with it now. The lamb and I are quite close today (probably because I don’t think I’m a wolf anymore), and in fact she was even nice enough to draw this pictorial representation of the humbling event. Thank you, little lamb.