If I Were a Werewolf

I would run for the fierce joy
of supple motion and chases.
I would lick cold spring water
and snow, hunt what my nose says

is just a little, further, ahead, of me.
Smell sweat, smell urine, smell food.
Kill, feed, and seek a healthy mate,
so we might birth our own brood.

The lion might slumber at night,
but my kind would rule the dark.
I, man-beast, but nothing new there,
not since long before the ark.

If humans became werewolves,
would we still dream of glory,
or would we already have it?