Night

Darkest night, my soul drifts with the cool wind. My mind has finally succumb to the power of relaxation. The night is late, but young. I look up, searching for stars to entice my imagination, sparkle my thoughts, and glimmer youthful thoughts. No, it is not the night of treachery, deceit, murder, or temptation. It is a night soothing. The creek below me rushed over, with the sound as caressing, as the water flow over the rocks. Then, a bright light shown upon the side of my eye. I look up once again, to see the moon. Brighter than it has been for awhile.

I stand up, from my prowl, and stare into it. I gaze at its majesty, see its grayer holes and craters, and stare at its lonely wonder. Begin to torque my back, and force my shouler blades to reach aft as far as possible. I tilt my head back, and I begin to howl. Feelings of independence, loneliness, courageousness, and ferocity begin to shudder my spine. The hairs on my body begin to stand to the tingle, and I settle back to my prowl. All four legs begin to appear, and my nose and mouth only take form of a snout, with fangs showing their naked bare. My eyes turn a shade yellow, and my pupils dilate to vertical. My tail curved so slightly, and I sit. Howl once more. I hear the echo with my keen ears, and begin to sprint towards it, disappearing into the dark night, with only the moon to comfort me.