Wolfman

Wolfman It was snowing that night when he finally revealed His true inner self and the feelings it yield He loved the young woman, should he tell her soon How he changed on the nights when there was a full moon Down on four legs though he swore to be true He drooled at the thought of what he would do If she felt his presence, if she turned around If she started to run would he run her down Would her lips taste as sweet as when first they kissed Would he save her for later, would she even be missed? She looked up; she noticed a smell in the air The smell of the wild and wet of dog hair He listened; his hearing was better this way And he thought to his self, every dog has his day