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Weird Werewolf

Then,
Like a slingshot
Free of a boy's thumb
The wolf
Sprung free
Of the bush
Like he
Was escaping
A cage

His
body
A soul embodied
A jumbled mass of muscles
To which was glued
As if by a kindegartener
Tufts of coffee brown fur
Hairs in all directions
Interrupted by patches
Of smokey gray fuzz

His
Claws shined darkly
He either didn't use them much
Or kept good care of them

Despite
The fact
He arranged his tangled form
Into a skilled hunting techinque
The glowing yellow eyes
Broadcast innocence

Yes,
They glowed
Reflecting and mystyfying the light
Like a harvest moon

His
Expression was one
Of menace
But
Acting
Was not one of the wolf's
Strong suits

The wag of his tail
Was clearly visible
Even in mid air
Even in a split second
Even to someone like me

It
Would not stay
Still
Not even for a joke

He
Caught the unicorn's
Fragile
Leg in his mouth
And shook it about
As if it were
a common bone.

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