Howling Moon

A poem about how the night can influence...

Why is it only after dark do I feel the most alive? Just like I could take to wing and soar under the black ebon sky. Gazing at the stars alone fills me with a strange kind of energy for instance. Lifting me out of my body onto a higher plane of existance. But in my heart I know that the night never lasts long. So I'll just let the cool wind carry me wherever like a restless vagabond. Wisking me away like a leaf floating downstream. Witnessing all the hustle and bustle of the night time things. Watching them live out their lives in the nocturnal. Still wishing in my heart the night could be forever eternal.
Only at night can I go about without a care. As if I could tease a coyote into chasing me if I were the mischievious hare. Only for him to realise I can't be caught soon after. As he would stop chasing me as soon as he heard my mocking laughter. The day time would be fine if I were a discarded husk. But I know I can only feel this way once the sun has turn to dusk. For the dark transforms me into a creature of the night. Nashing my teeth and flashing my claws scaring people silly just for my own delight. Because for me the night is like a trigger. It fills me full of a beserked kind of vigor. Truly, the night has become my favorite boon. Because its the only time I can dance wildly under the pale howling moon.

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[Sami Khalil]

A good write Xenomar...Bravo.................