Poetry

Lunar soliloquy

[Howling] I'm a werewolf
that keeps throwing on human clothes
in hopes of morphing back.
[Snarling] But none of these socks fit.
And it's hard to undo buttons with claws,
[Whimpering] nobody will lend me their clippers.
I think I might just curl up in a meadow
of forget-me-nots
blooming ravenously for remembering.
[Yawning] And maybe I'll howl at the moon
another night,
when I don't feel so lethargic.

Katie Smart