I looked down on my baby boy
as he played with a cuddly toy.
I beamed down on him as he lay
he looked so peaceful there at play.
The sky grew dark, the clock struck ten
when from behind the clouds again
the moon came shining really bright
and cast a strange and eerie light.
And as I gazed on my boy’s face
my heart began to thump and race.
A beard came sprouting from his chin,
covering his wolverine grin.
As he played he began to howl,
his grin became a gruesome scowl,
his hands grew hair, nails turned to claws.
I drew my breath and closed the doors.
What had I spawned that fateful night
when I made love, by full moon light,
in my dream with that man last year?
I turned away, and wiped a tear.