The werewolves in my head won't shut up.

I'm fascinated by the effect the moon has on human behavior, and the werewolf legend has been very much at the forefront of popular culture lately. It is also quite widespread, which makes me wonder a little -- maybe there really are individuals who run in shaggy pelts of a full moon night....

Anyway, the subject inspired a fit of creativity, and I made a poem. It has been impressed upon me that my brainchild doesn't qualify as a Haiku proper, because of all the rules and conventions that are involved, so here it is: A poem Haiku format.

Wolf

Magic moon calls me,
Smell the green and waiting woods --
Shed my shape and run.



That reminds me -- I have to make my "Team Jacob" shirt this weekend...