Ah, the smell. If I had to choose a single scent to associate with Spring in the Southeastern US, it’d be the sharp and sunny zing of a Magnolia Tree covered in flowers of various states of unravel.
Were I werewolf, there’d be rampage tonight.
Slash and howl. Snarl and scowl
Harbinger of terror and fright.
Pensive lupine reverie.
Rapturous ravage and savagery.
Your loathsome revolver trained true on my heart.
Rip and tear. Snag and snare
Impervious, save precise silver dart.