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
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2019
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