The Wolfman Poem by norman hale

My dogs started howling
As the moon was rising up
And in the woods I heard
The yelping from some pup

But then out in the field
I saw a figuire much like a man
Running through the hayfield
Faster than any deer can

It stopped and threw its head back
Then began to howl away
So I reached down for my gun
But no silver bullets, I had today

I went back to the house
And got my big rifles out
And painted the bullets silver
But was still having doubts

Then back out I went
With gun and amo in hand
Just to try and get one shot
At this creature that stood like a man

Finally he was there in the field
I took carefull aim for his chest
The trigger I did pull, I watched him fall
there in the field, now I might rest

The next morning when I drove out
to the spot, I felt just like a fool
For there was nothing there
Except for some hair, and blood in a pool

So I know I didn't miss
For there was blood and hair
And I could tell by the prints
That this was like a man, not a bear

I know myself I seldom miss
So why did this creature, did not die?
I know he's still out there, for
At each fool moon I still hear his yelping cry

So beware of the wolfman
When you're out for halloween
Make sure he doesn't get a sneak attack
Or you might be his next one to scream

wrote 10/3/2007 by Norman Hale Jr.