Furry Legs English Triolet

The night was death on furry legs
And bloody fangs grown out to pierce
The veil through which the full moon begs
The night was death on furry legs
To feast upon the human dregs
The howling shrill, the silence fierce
The night was death on furry legs
And bloody fangs grown out to pierce

Author: Sharonda Woodfin

Lives, cooks, studies, draws, reads and writes in Anaheim, California, with her remarkably patient wife and one tiny dog. Backs blue. #AsOne

2 thoughts on “Furry Legs English Triolet”

    1. I wondered if that main refrain would make people think of spiders. It did me, but–assuming similar size–I’d *much* rather encounter a werewolf than a spider, so I thought I might be an outlier in that regard.

      I’ve seen some pretty spiders, so I know they exist, but I won’t be doing an image search for either the frightening canal spider or the peacock-colored one. I don’t envy you that research!

      P.S. Thanks for the interesting comment!

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