A Week As A Wolf

[Will S]

It had almost been 24 hours since Tomas had shifted to Lupus. He was sitting on his front porch looking at the door which was shut. "great. He muttered to himself" How am I suppose to get in if I don't have any hands to turn the knob." he growled as well as his belly, having not eaten since dinner yesterday. " First thing I am doing when I can shift back is putting in a Damn Dog Door. No no wait I am going to eat lots of meat then put in a dog door." Tomas started pawing at the door know but was failing miserably. " I cant believe I am doing this In front of the place I live. I feel so Degraded."

[Will S]

Tomas had made it past the halfway through the week and had calmed down a bit about having to be in wolf form, He shivered outside in the cold, his coat was not thick as he hadn't been out in the cold to grow one. He had slept a few different places but the ground was always uncomfortable as usual. " Burr Wish I had a blanket or something."

[Will S]

Tomas had gotten up it was Friday now, He was bored, he wasn't much for toys like lady was, he sat pondering, He hadn't had time to just think in a long time. the first thing that came to him was from his heart, He let out a howl singing a song he had put away for a long time, but he couldn't keep it hidden forever.

"Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will."




Tomas took a long pause as a tear formed in his eye. " I Miss you Vincent. You always kept me out of trouble."