Moon Called

I love the sound of a high
full moon
Calling my name like a sweet
whisper
It gives me its guidance and promise
for a night
The sensation of the change makes
me tingle within
I shed my skin and transform into
my fur
My legs and arms cripple before
me
Oh, it feels so good to be myself
once again
Every pulse in my body telling me
to howl
I bite my lip and hold back
my tears of ecstasy
My gums slide up and my fangs
drop
My nose forms to a snout and point up
Owwwwww...I howl, a howl so passionate
I run across the grass and river side
The sweet dew from the grass wets my fur
The need to hunt takes over and I feel
the rush
Oh, how I love it when the moon calls