The night before had been dark as pitch
But the moon this evening was luminous
As if it had skipped several phases
And the sun was just around the corner
Shining brightly and reflecting off
A giant mirror hanging right above our heads
Possibly a bad omen, possibly not
We began to look for anything unnatural
Overlooking perhaps the most obvious
The erratic behavior coming from Jack
First it was simple short spouts of noise
But as the light grew brighter so did the volume of his howls
Until he began to jerk back and forth
As he ripped off his clothes and sprouted long course hair all over
The transformation was sickening yet hypnotic
We watched our friend run off on all fours
Into the hills behind the tall Elms
Never to be heard from again
7 comments:
wow. what a great way to take that prompt!
After something like that he was probably too embarrassed to be seen again. :)
Great use of three words. Here is my attempt.
nice tail...I mean tale. definitely a hypnotic experience...they're lucky they lived to tell about it.
Werewolf in London perhaps.
I've had all kinds of problems with Blogger, not even thinking of when the whole thing went down for a couple of days.
Ooh werewolf story, nice take the words really are perfect for this
LOL we both saw werewolf in these prompts love your poem
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