Manic by Moonlight

He howls by the full moon's light - his mood, somber - unfathomable. Even his visage seems to darken. My son stalks out into the night on an unrecounted quest. The next day he sleeps in trancelike stupor until noon. This pattern repeats itself for days, then inexplicably his world brightens and he returns, as if from a distant land. Cheerfully he greets the day and all is well... until next time. Maybe there are werewolves... 10/31/2001 Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 02:16 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 1