I look out my window and what
do I see over the top over the silver tipped trees?
( mother moon in all her best array )
My blood sings in joy and my eyes twinkle like stars,
I let out a howl of joy and excitement despite myself.
I feel a prickle on my arms-the signs of a sprouting pelt,
my teeth and jaw crack and lengthen as the fangs grow.
A tingle runs up and down my spine and the muscles tense,
I fall to the ground with my arms wrapped around me,
my hair grows shaggy, my fingers lengthen, and nails turn to claws.
Curled up in a ball, my spine snaps, and my tail grows......
next thing I know my pelt is all over,
I part my jaws and sing praises to mother moon.
I stretch out on my rock,
and let my fangs flash in the darkness......softly I laugh.
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