Full Moon Rising


 Chalk white, she observes
 The furred ones calling to her
 So sad, so mournful
 
 In swathes of midnight
 They seek only to exist
 As their time is short
 
 By luna cycle
 Such lonesome lives are governed
 Beautifully lured
 
 In melancholy
 They watch the full moon rising
 In despair they howl