Mother moon looks on
Dozens gather beneath her fullest form
Sets of multicolored eyes drift, scanning,
Waiting
Bodies stretch and contort
Anticipating the release
Spines Arch
Limps Lengthen
Muscles Tighten
Ribs Crack
Fur Grows
Silence follows as one lifts her head to worship the night
Others follow suit until a symphony is heard
Wolf and Man merge
Mother Natures magic at its best.
© Linda Mackenzie
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thank you! for providing my eyes with a decent werewolf poem, cuz like every freaking werewolf poem i've read is absolute BS, but this is amazing and i loved the imagery and discription!

