Watching the orange moon sail between tall trees
my hunger increased.
My back against the mighty oak, soothing my bones
I wait for orange to turn white, the full moon
For my true self to emerge.
Feed the hunger to remain hidden
deep in my forest home, the last of my kind.
On four legs, men would kill me, take my fur
Once I have fed, I will regain my other self
walk on two legs awhile.
Now I catch the scent of food, mixed with a new scent
human, one I have not come across in many months
They seldom venture here.
She carries another scent with her, a dog, a worse enemy
he sees me, I stand ready for battle
His speed surprised me.
The girl calls, ‘Meeka, stay!’ Obedient, he sat beside her
Our eyes locked.
She was not the kind I had come across before
her eyes the same as mine, the glow of orange lingers
Had she fed recently?
I should run, my heart wants to stay
my head took my feet before I could stop them
Safe beneath my oak, I will see her again
I felt her gaze touch the human in me
I remember, we will mate under moonlight
seek each other in daylight, live our lives in two halves
our souls inseparable, they were made as one…