Wolf Cub

I am eight and
Sewing my wolf cub
Badge to the blue sleeve
Of my cub scouts shirt,
A badge of honor to
Us cub scouts.
We meet at
The home
Of our
Den
Mother,
A nice lady
Whose son is
One of us though
Self-conscience about
His mother bossing him
In front of the troop.
She holds him too
Tight and may
Break him in
Attempting
To mold
Him.
The troop
Plays games
Of physical skill
And manual dexterity
In her back yard to learn
How to play together in
Competition without
Too much violence
Or vindictiveness
As we are all
Cub Scouts
Together.
I am a
Part of the
Pack and proud
To be among fellow
Cub scouts eager and
Loyal to our den mother,
We do not mention to
Her that though we
Are so young we
Can see what
She cannot
And hope
She will
Trust
Her
Son to
Grow and learn
By competition with
Us rather than her
Too close control
And criticism
He roils in
Agony to
Avoid
Though he is only
A boy and so
Unaware of
Himself as
Are we
All.