The full moon rises clear and night-day bright
Distracting him from wife and child
Shining beacon to the shapeshifter’s sight
A clarion call to break free and run wild
Follow the call of the silvery moon
Run swiftly through the woods on soft paws
Howl and sing loudly to her dancing tune
Hold warm blood and hard bones in his jaws
Feel the cool night wind caressing his back
Drink his fill in the sweet burbling stream
Tumble and play with his werewolf pack
Freedom a chained human can’t even dream
Such is the power when you feel other©RedCat
Accept yourself, says our wise witch mother
This poem is dedicated to my oldest child. Who asked me today as I took pictures of the moon if I ever wrote about the moon and werewolves. I told him I’ve written plenty about the full moon and some pieces about wolves. But so far nothing about werewolves.
Mind still on yesterday’s turning prompt. I ended up with another Sonnet.