Read: The Werewolf Epic
A freighted panic seizes his body,
and face to face, he dumbly stares into
that predator’s snarl. Yet what relief:
the hunter sighs to see the wolf asleep.
Then, past the dreaded beast into the room
he peers: no light but only shadow there.
The wolf, a subtle move, to stretch in its
repose, a forepaw reaches out, and thus
its claws extend toward the hunter. He backs
away before the dreaded touch might wake,
might bring to life, this sleeping beast, and thus
the beast the hunter’s life would surely end.
In such retreat, he comes to stand again;
the woodsman gazes down upon the wolf.