Anna Turtle

A howl in the night,
Cuts the silence in two,
A howl in the night,
Makes you ask ‘who? ’

It is a lonely hunter,
That stands on the field,
It is a lonely hunter,
That hasn’t yet killed,

A creature so big,
All covered in pelt,
A creature so big,
Whit its head high held,

A wolf on two legs,
Howls to the moon,
A wolf on two legs,
Is going to kill soon,

It is called a werewolf,
Deadly as few,
It is called a werewolf,
If just you knew.