Werewolf of seatoun

Werewolf on the hill
Up in forbidden seatoun
night stroll teeth hanging out
catching the night air

The summer warmth rose up 
below the rocks had baked in the sun
now heating the hill and patchy forest
the Werewolfs hunting ground

On this night he walked closer to the path
Where the humans could see him
Deer and possums had teamed up
he knew they conspired out of fear

scent of the undergrowth
small shuddering mammals out of site

Wolf bluster and pace yet doubt
moonlight exposing the figure to the world

Mister Wentworth passed and regarded the figure
The werewolf nodded back and went on his way
The Werewolf got to his cave he could smell a stag
He entered quickly and covered the cave entrance with bracken