The night felt ominous.
She sensed bad things
were going to happen.

Dark clouds obscured
the full moon, and she
heard wolves howl.

A moment later she
heard a man scream,
and she knew they had
claimed another victim.

Though she felt bad
for the man, in her mind
she thought better him
than me.

And she swore she’d
never go walking at night
during full moons again.

Bob Boyd