Wolfman
The wolves were hunting food
And sighted grazing sheep;
The pack encircled them,
Deciding which to keep.
As Wolfman joined the hunt,
The leader brought one down,
And killed it in a flash -
It died without a sound.
The leader took his share,
Then others had their fill,
And Wolfman tried raw meat,
Expecting to be ill.
His teeth, too, ripped at flesh,
His face besmeared with blood,
But then his neighbour fell
And died upon the mud.
The farmer fired again,
Another wolf fell dead,
Next time the farmer missed -
The wolves and Wolfman fled.
For Silly Billy’s Wolfman
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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