A scary poem for Hallowe’en
It being Hallowe’en, I thought readers might enjoy a scary poem about a werewolf. Here you go:
THE WEREWOLF STOOD AT THE WINDOW
The werewolf stood at the window
gazing into the night
and the hair grew long on the back of his hands
in the full moon’s silver light
He said, “What a lovely evening –
I’ll change and then go out.”
And his ears pricked up on top of his head
and longer grew his snout.
And fur sprang up on his body;
his hands turned into paws;
his teeth transmogrified into fangs
and his fingernails to claws.
He opened his mouth in a wolfish grin;
his fangs were sharp and white;
and he said to himself, “I certainly must
go out and have a bite.”
(This poem can be found in my collection of children’s poems, These Are a Few of my Scariest Things – available on Amazon.)

Great poem again Brandon! Even I understood it 🙂
Thanks!