Werewolf.

They say
the moon affects the tide,
drawing water
like breath,

in gentle rhythm,
a heartbeat
in silver threads of light.

It pulls at me too,
whispers to
the water in my blood,

songs
in a language
I cannot understand.

But I can feel it
in the quiet
between the words —

a primal connection
that stirs
my soul

like the ocean tide.