I wolf down my food
in a gluttonous way
chomp chomp slurp slurp
Gnash gnash slurp slurp
A throwback to a previous incarnation
When I actually was a wolf, or a werewoman?
Tummy full, I rumble off into the night.
Howling now at the moon, on my favorite granite slab.
Am I scaring you, Luna? I ask, showing my red teeth.
Full of cherry Koolaide, but looking much more fierce.
Luna laughs, exposing my truth, then she winks.
She recognizes me no matter what form I take.
Her recognition causes me to slow down and pretend niceness.
Okay to be myself now, I wait for my cubs, who are struggling to keep up with my fierceness.
Cavernous and *****, those eyes that
stare, and they stare and they stare
and they stare,
and a strange, ringing bell peals a tone
rare and clear, and its clear, clear as
day, clearer still.
I do wonder what the wolf would say, if
he talked, as he walked
through his wood
at night.
I’d ask him what he’s got in there, in
that big, shaggy head, on his path, in the dark
and I’d stare.
A Wolfish Moon Shines
Beneath shining wolfish moon's silhouette
light cascading down upon our sweet earth.
Halloween spiders with their webs dead set
new victims racing for all they are worth.
10-19-2015
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Total # Lines: 4 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 27
For Halloween Moon contest.
the full moon is bright
shows him her face as he nears
he’s getting hairy
his heart leaps at her beauty
he’s still hungry and eats her
Crocodile tears flow
to a pile of vicious lies
and no one is moved
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