By B.K.
Date: 2015 Jul 01
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Dear Wolfman

The moon is red tonight
They say it is smoke from fires in Canada
But I know that it is your doing
You terrified me as a child
I cried every time I saw you
And you haunt me still
I can smell you near
And feel your presence
Watching you change from man to wolf
Then back again
Carrying off the women of the town
In their flowing nightgowns
Was more terrifying than any modern day
Horror show with all the blood and guts flying
I will always have a fascination of the moon
But when it is in full bloom and fog is billowing
I dream of you


First Full Moon in July twenty fifteen