The Werewolf's Hunt

The moon is high in the sky...
Stars are shining bright.

The students break away from their groups while on their way home.

I follow them many yards away, but she's still in sight.
I walk casually step by step, not wanting to give them fright.

Block after block the group depletes, My shadow moves with silent feet.

Another block down with one mile to go, but now my precious is all alone.

I give a slight cough in teasing play.
The prey turns back then looks away.

On the back of my neck, hair tingles with delight.
As I smell the fresh scent of all her fright.

I see her shudder and move quicker in pace,
But I'm sorry my dear it's already to late.

My fur bristles up and starts to spread,
My stride starts swaying, I'm seeing red.

She looks back stunned, the look on her face.
She screams and runs, now I shall chase!

I chase her down, she can't escape.
As soon as I saw her I knew her fate.

The lively feeling of the hunt, hunger rises hormones jump,
But it's all the same to me. I just love the hunt.

And now i shall feast!

I don't wish to harm...
So i will be quick!
She wont feel a thing...
Except maybe this!