Poem © Frostwolf 2003

And so the blood moon rises,

shrouding man in a shadow,

caught within its berth.

To begin a night of change,

and I hath changed.

From my hands to furred paws.

From fingernails to sharp claws.

From my rear, a tail does spout.

Face and nose become a snout.

Legs change and muscles thicken.

Senses increase and reflexes quicken/

Fur thickens, nose twitches.