I hear the werewolf howling in my backyard
under the foreboding night’s full moon.
His blood curdling howls so terrifying my body
begins to shake, goosebumps rise on my skin,
the curly hair on my head stands straight up.
And I thank the Lord above that my brother
the loopy loup-garou only wants some
of his favorite midnight snack, Kibbles n’ Bits,
and isn’t about to dismember me.
Bob Boyd