Wolfwere

3 weeks ago by @philkmills

Wolfwere

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Liner Notes

#filk #country (Three chords and no truth whatsoever.) #funny (I hope.)

I don't know why I was thinking about werewolves, but it led me to a mental image of a normal wolf that becomes human once a month.

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One night each month, I lose my fur,
Becoming weak and pale.
My body’s wrapped in coloured cloth;
I haven’t any tail.
I clamber up my chosen tree
And tremble in its branches.
I think my wolf pack loves me still,
But I’m not taking chances.

It’s a long, dark wait for the waning to end
And a new crescent light to appear.
If a werewolf changes when the moon is full
I guess you can call me wolfwere.

The group’s reaction varies some:
Disgust to wolf-y jests.
Like, “Deer or mutant, we should learn
Which one tastes the best.”
I try to reassure my mate
I’d rather join their prowling.
My non-wolf voice forms random “words”
That make less sense than howling.

It’s a long, dark wait for the waning to end
And a new crescent light to appear.
If a werewolf changes when the moon is full
I guess you can call me wolfwere.

All my inbred cravings are
Replaced for this one day
And, though irrational, I fear
I’d starve if left this way
When the pack brings home a hare,
The hungriest may share it
But, raw, it turns my stomach,
Leaves me yearning for a carrot.

It’s a long, dark wait for the waning to end
And a new crescent light to appear.
If a werewolf changes when the moon is full
I guess you can call me wolfwere.

This all began one winter night
When I was young and brave.
I trespassed where the humans live
To learn how they behave.
One, hair-covered, met me there
And looked intent on fighting.
One warning I will give for free,
“Look close at what you’re biting!”

It’s a long, dark wait for the waning to end
And a new crescent light to appear.
If a werewolf changes when the moon is full
I guess you can call me wolfwere.

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