Just as he peers out of his bedroom window
he sees the moon is full
as if on que, he hears the werewolf howling
not far from his house
the howls keep growing louder
nearer
he has wolfsbane planted around his home
a protective barrier
sprinkled salt surrounds his house too
supposedly it wards of werewolves
he has garlic hanging on the doors
and the windows
he has silver items on his person
another alleged werewolf repellent
a crucifix hangs around his neck
he’s hoping that will work too
he’s new at staving off werewolves
crosses his fingers for luck
and hopes those werewolf repellents work
that he read about in a book
but luck was not with him that night
the repellents were just ineffective folk tales
the werewolf, a spurned ex girlfriend, broke into
his home, tore him to shreds
in the last moments of his screaming, terrifying death
he regretted he didn’t buy the gun and silver bullets .
Bob Boyd