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THE WEREWOLF
The full moon glows, foreboding,
and I quake from head to feet
for this night I know, in the town below,
the werewolf prowls the street.

He stalks with stealth and cunning
in his search for a soul to eat.
With matted hair and jaws that tear,
the werewolf prowls the street.

His face is filled with fury
as his brain cries out for meat,
and oh his prey shall not see day
for the werewolf prowls the street.

So I shake beneath my covers
and I shiver in my sheet
and I cower in my bed with a pillow on my head,
as the werewolf prowls the street.
—Nightmares: Poems to Trouble Your Sleep by Jack Prelutsky, illustrated by Arnold Lobel