Poetry: “Mary” (from August 2008)

Mary was a little wolf who howled at the moon

Carry silver bullets underneath your wool

Or your life’s in danger when the moon is full

Mary was a little wolf whose teeth were white as snow

Get too close to her mouth then your blood may flow

Don’t stumble, fall or go slow when the Full Moon shows

Or your kin in sure to feel an awful lot of woe.

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