werewolf blues haiku set

Russia's Tchaikovsky
on the needle...  clumps of fur
on the sable-keys

on the marble sink,
the Ottoman, and even
the blue latte-set

dreamt of fierce howling
has my throat sore...  Freudian
spots on my mind's coat

then the moon hangs high
in this morning sky, as if
to re-live last night