Poems

Howl

The dark is welcoming,

the white light of the moon comforting.

I can't help it if I'm different,

I can't help it.

I swing my head back, 

and howl.

In that one, long howl,

every emotion,

every thought.

Soon, it is joined by others,

and the night echoes with our pain.

The sweet note fills the air,

and I feel someone brush past and stand beside me.

I turn, and I meet the gold eyes of my mate.

His fur is coated with dew, and I brush against him,

snow-white meeting chocolate-brown.

Yes, I howl in pain,

but I can howl in joy.

And I do just that.