If the Moon is round, I ought say, it’s round.
If the Moon is full, I ought say, it’s full.
If I am a werewolf, I ought come out and say so!
Why should I hide between granite boulders, awaiting my prey? Why should I pretend to be who I am not? No one understands me, so why ought I to hide?
I howl with glee as a passerby strolls idly past, whistling.
My monstrous growl startles the poor fool, and who am I not to take advantage?
I must honor myself, be true, and pounce like the beast I am!
Very nice. The overall feeling is rather jolly for a werewolf! Enjoyable.
Thanks so much, Sue. I didn’t want it to be a somber piece. I’m happy you liked it. 🙂