I was trying to talk last night
fighting with the internet again
millions and millions in my front line
like marines landing in a traffic shore
I think i was the last
who picked up the signal
and he says to me
laughing and in good mood
is the moon
the full moon that attacks you
i ran to see above the view sky
And
angry i replied
i am not a wolf
that lay howling to the moon
But something strange
start to change
fur and claws
sharp teeth
and a big howl
just came out from me
Great start to the emergence of a werewolf. Sharp poetic wolfopomorphism.
Subliminally there all about me as the lioness and the jaguar they pair.....iip
Did he who made the lamb make thee! I am reminded of this line from John Donne's ' Tiger '.
Unusual way to put it you are a weir wolf and it is a great little poem so original thanks for that...regards
Nice i also have a fight with my food while reading this i end up eating them...huh and they can do anything back to me! just stay in my stomach for few hours only hahhaa_SOul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The full moon, actually does have it's effect. On some of us....iip