the wolfen.

c'mon.

sure it's a blurry cameraphone photo,

but it's the nearly Hallowe'en times.
that means it's the haunted hottness times.
so how about a little bloody-suited big head battle-beast?
howling mad,
and limp-wristed, too.
a ravaging, ravishing, ragnarok loco lobo.
it's the season for furious fenris tricky treaters,
and for classic monsters hooked-up
all fancy-like.
wolf man, werewolf, dog-head referee,
whatever.
and some bloody drips and drabs, for effect.
it's the wicked windy somethin' somethin' time
here in the woodsly goodness.
nowhere else looks half as Hallowed on the eves an' that.
time flies,
and i'm not even sure who having fun,
or if there is any fun to be had-
but i can assure you,
whatever these low pressure chills are bringing,
besides a yard raking nightmare,
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....