On Telling A Werewolf Story Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Being a wolf is easier than telling a wolf.
Being a wolf is tearing flesh from bone,
Is pant and run. Is being at home in fur.

Telling a wolf is hard. Forcing the long black hairs
Through the back of words...
Making the points of syntax
Grow sharp claws.

But when the moonlight shines
In listeners' eyes
And you have set it there,
Pawprint by pawprint, spoor by spoor,
Your wolf-howl easily raises their fear's hackles
Your story-wolf leads packs
Like little lambs.