Real, Or Not??
There are changes going on in me.
Since I was young and free,
I went through life not knowing.
All that time, I was growing.
It started way down in my toes.
As it grows it twitches my nose.
It is worse when the moon is full.
Then, my fingers start to grow.
I grow long nails, like claws.
My feet look almost like paws.
My nose turns into a snout.
What the hell is this about?
Hair was popping out all over.
Ears became pointed, like Rover’s.
My eyes look like a wolf’s.
My smell is better. That’s all it took.
I took off running through the woods.
Howling, I would fly, if I could.
I wanted fresh, bloody meat to eat.
I caught a rabbit. What a treat.
I have a fear of other men.
Their smell is strong, like rotten gin.
I am fearless otherwise.
Nothing can hide from my cunning eyes.
I run, howl, rip and tear.
I can go most anywhere.
Morning comes and I am home.
On my bed, I let out a grown.
What a nightmare. I am a mess.
What is this blood? I can’t guess.
Could this nightmare have been real?
Was I a werewolf? That’s how I feel.
No, that’s impossible,—– right?
There are no werewolves in the night.
I push it all out of my mind.
Save it for another time.
———————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)