WEREWOLF MOON, a TR poem (Halloween Series)

[Tragic Rabbit]

WEREWOLF MOON

Moon above, so pure, so white,

Luminous and eerie light;

You pull my gaze to yours,

As I crouch here inside the night.

Like the tides, I feel your call,

Hear you in my bones, my all,

I sing you in my blood;

Breathe out a ragged rise and fall.

Full blown, pregnant, waiting moon

Croons a lunar lupine tune;

I lift my throat to howl-

My beast will be arriving soon.

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