To Each His Own (A Werewolf Sonnet)

The wolf calls the pack to hunt in numbers

Unbridled human cursed within the stench

A hidden beastly whisper echoed slumbers 

Engulfing, all consuming inner trench 

Unleashing as the pack moves on to dine

Removing elk and deer before the grief

Above the full moon's radiating shine 

Configured canopy of tree and leaf

Caressing flesh, incisors gnash and rip

Reproving fur and skin as both endear

Susceptible, the carcass in each grip

The pheromones of dying, stinking fear

Of man and beast, the feral nature grunts

Alone among the stars the werewolf hunts