| The moon is bright. The wind howls, Calling for me, My sisters, My brothers. And the pain! Shifting I feel my heart Stop, then start again Giving me new life. I answer the call, My howl long, joyful. I see the moon With new eyes. Hear the wind With sharper ears. But there is more So much more. I feel the night, The elation of life, The sweet taste Of true freedom. I run to join The other howls Echoing in the air, My own cry Harmonizing With those Of my family. |