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A poem about capturing a wolf girl
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Silence broken by midnight howl
By moonlight starts her midnight prowl
Ears are twitching, tail is still
Focused, moving for the kill
Step by padded step she nears
The prey so warily who fears
The one who hunts by scent at night
The one who rules by claw and might
But she knows not the prey she's scenting
Is the Monster-Kisser unrelenting!
To catch the she-beast of the wild
And transform her to the maiden mild
He lays a trail into his trap
Across the path a rope to *snap*!
She slips, she stumbles, tail over toes
Rolling through the air she goes
And lands flat on her toothy face
"The wolf, I see, has not much grace."
Embarrassed, glaring
"Who's that staring?"
She lunges at the mortal daring
A fighter far too well was faring
In mortal combat with the fiend
Who rules the forest as the queen
Her tail is swishing side to side
Excitement much too great to hide
A man, a feast! "You tasty morsel!
It's been so long since I've eaten mortal!"
"You know why I have come, thou canine,
Ten seconds hence thou shall be mine!"
Fangs are flashing! Fur is flying!
But a scratch behind the ears is so.... satisfying!
A ferocious young lady was turned to a wolf
Attempts to return her could bridge not the gulf
The Monster-Kisser undid this disaster
When he was showered kisses by becoming her master!

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