The wind cold and calm
Kissing the greyish fur on his back
As it carries the last breath of his prey
Clouds disappear slowly, Like a curtain raised off the moon,
Revealing a reflection on his shiny claws
Dripping red from a first kill
Red eyes, sharp teeth,
A werewolf! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This brought a smile when the answer to the mystery was revealed with the last line. For no longer than it is, the piece has great suspense and an element of closure to go along with it. Enjoyable read