Summer Nights

Those hot days of summer
may indeed belong to the dogs

But the nights!

Those stifling oppressive nights,
With their surreal, eerie moonlit landscapes
their obscene, shameful whispered secrets
their startling noises of falling objects and creaking floors
their sudden drenching, violent storms
full of exploding, earth scorching lightning
and thunder that shakes the glass
of your suddenly puny seeming windows
and penetrates all the way
to the very foundations
of your terrified soul

The nights belong to werewolves

Author notes: wc 79 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783535-The-Dog-Days-of-Summer---FREE-VERSE-ONLY-75