Werewolf Nighmares

On the first moon of May
he changes; the lupus gene
filling his blood
with that of the wolf
and he howls,
seeking a mate.

In a forest clearing
he runs into an old woman
with a mop and bucket.
“You’re a day too late, dear,”
she says. “Beltane was yesterday.”

He goes home to his bedsit
and opens the door with difficulty --
paws too big for the key –
and remembers too late
he forgot to get milk.

Watercolour and ink
3 1/2 x 2 1/2
$25