There’s a full moon tonight.
It’s a werewolf moon.
It means that things are changing,
They’ll come to get you soon.
**
The man becomes the beast.
The violence is exposed.
Do you have some sympathy?
He’ll say it’s not what he chose.
**
The moon hides behind the clouds,
She’s playing hide and seek.
The man is howling in the woods,
The werewolf tries to speak.
**
The werewolf’s nature is its own,
Survival, eat and mate.
The man has passions, anger, guilt,
He thinks he has a fate.
**
The werewolf curls up quietly,
His pack is fast asleep.
The man is climbing up the trees,
Or digging six-foot deep.
**
The moon rises full again.
The werewolf’s gone afar.
But man has stayed right where he was,
His heart like stone, like tar.
Slightly Ignorant 
Nice!
I especially like the last two stanzas. Especially especially the lines “Or digging six-foot deep” and “His heart like stone, like tar.”
Thanks Erin ^_^. I was unsure about that last line, I’m glad you like it!
Love this. ❤ I'm a big fan of werewolves, myself. Great job capturing the werewolf's nature, too!
I love werewolves too… Ah, the supernatural will forever be fascinating, won’t it?
And always fit for inspiration-theft!