Shadows creeping in my head.
The silence is overcoming.
I can't help but wonder
what is calling me?
It's the night.
I wake to it.
I feel myself come alive.
The moon beckons
the change from humanity.
Bones crack,
joints pop,
nails grow to claws.
My fur flourishes
all across my body.
A howl from within
bursts from my vocal cords.
It is time for a run
through the luscious forest.
Branches snap
and grass bends beneath me.
It's refreshing and renewing
to my soul.
I run free;
my beauty of fur and sinews
is free to roam the forests.
But I must stay away from mankind
during this change of night.
The pack,
my only companions,
and I shall never know a human
like we know the wolves.
This gift is also my curse.
If I ever ran the streets,
my pack and I would be
burned, shot, and stabbed to death.
Humans fear us;
we could rule them.
We stay at peace
until we let out our inner beast.
