It Calls Me Poem by Isa .
It Calls Me
The wild lurks my presence
The wolves call to me
The prey hungers me
The howls can be heard
Distance is all that separates us
The moon emerges
Its at its full
My eyes turn a yellowish hue
and my skin starts to tingle
First my fangs
Then the tail and ears follow
My cover has been blown
People are staring now
Fingers find me
To late to hide now
The beasts of the wild call to me
The inner wolf beckons
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6/2/2024 5:11:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
excellently ended the poem; just enjoyable to read