City Wolf

I’ve always been interested in werewolves, so I thought I’d try my hand at writing a poem about one:

Running down the alley
Eyes bright, nose keen
Moonlight and streetlight shining down
The wind howling against you
Warm inside your fur
Every person you pass food/prey or friend/pack
Yet not knowing it
Then stepping through the door into the shop
Human again for a time

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