YOU ARE READING The call of the wild Poetry The call of the wild 23 1 0 by kaitlynmusselman Dedicated to Karen Musselman by kaitlynmusselman Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story The call of the wild Leaves rustle Bees hustle The wind twirling above me The horizon stretching as far as I could see I hear the birds' tune As my mother says dinner will be ready soon