Glancing around he moves
his lips in silent protest.
Looking up and out, he sees
a full moon and he turns,
closing his eyes. He looks
at his hands and starts to shake.
The full moon closes in, making
the room luminous. A low
long howl echoes through the valley,
announcing the arrival of the beast.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Deanna Stine.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?