Werewolf

There was a full moon this Halloween,
but I didn’t do any howling. The claws

came out, the hair on the back of my
neck is still standing, but my mood

remained serene. After years and years
of lycanthropy, you’d think I’d be used

to going werewolf. But as it turns out,
a big blue moon is just about too much

for anybody. So, I suffered a bout of
insomnia and ate a pound and a half
of raw meat.

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