Gone of Course

Stupified I stare transfixed The transmogrified beast stares at my mouth He has my husband’s hazel eyes with gold flecks He puts out his right claw. It is hoof like, gnarly. I hesitate forty seconds too long The beast flashes disappointment With a howl he lopes off into the night. I feel something hit me hard in the chest. I gasp. My eyes flutter. I turn to look at my husband. He is not there.