Werewolves roam suburban streets.
Spring has trumped the moon.
Hunger drives them day and night
April, May, and June.
If they sleep, their dreams play host
to fantasies so stark
they vomit, and don't dare to boast
of bodies in the park.
So think before you venture forth
to darkened road or field
for should you meet a fearsome beast
there's no choice but to yield.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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2 comments:
OG, I like, lots.
Mind you I believe Werewolves are totally misunderstood, and on top of that they have had a very bad press.
But then I am very partial to wolves and somewhat envious of Werewolves.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
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