Werewolf

A werewolf bounds through dark woods, running until he is sure no one will know his true identity. The moon waxes to full.

He begins to change, fur falling to trodden grass, fangs receding. He is naked.

For one night, he rejoices in the freedom of self that most take for granted. He can assume his rightful form. For one night he is Man.

Taking a deep breath, he looks to the moon, ready to emit the sound of his true nature.

“Man, I really just wish college football lasted all year.”