For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem that focuses on or discusses a tiny detail. It could be a tiny detail that is often overlooked, and you'd like to call attention to it. The detail could be one that if overlooked can cause good or bad things to happen.
Here's my attempt for the day:
Not all werewolves wear shirts,
and those that do don't always rip them,
though sometimes they do.
And the same goes for their pants,
with some wearing 'em and others not.
Of course, it's a minor detail, but that's why
I always kind of preferred the Wolf Man,
because he had a nice buttoned-up shirt
tucked into his pants. A gentle, though feral,
man who had a penchant for strangulation.
As the full moon peaks from behind dark clouds,
the gentleman grows hair, claws and sharp teeth--
his clenched fists open and search for a victim.