UNDER A FULL MOON

Beware on this night as you stroll along,

It’s cold and dark; the screeching cry echoes.

Through the hills, into the misty night woods,

He’s out there under a full moon, angrily searching.

If you see his shadow beyond the trees,

Then run, as fast and far as it may be too late.

The smell of your fear lingers in the air,

His thirst for the blood, for the flesh most wanted.

The howling under the moon will be a life-saving clue,

Your path is studied; your only escape is behind locked doors.

Your only safety may be the rising sun as dawn approaches,

On this moon-risen night he becomes the beast.

He feels no remorse, no heart to be found,

Under a full moon he stalks the living.

He is a killer in the moonlight,

Under a full moon he is not kind.

                       Keith Garrett