What I Become

When the moon is'a comin, I'm furry start'a howlin!

During the day I walk the streets,
On two legs, nothing beats,
Boots thump the sidewalk,
I know how to talk the talk,

But when the moon breaks the horison,
Shadows are my liasion,
I'm married to the night,
Fearing the dawn's break of light,

I'm a night walker,
Street talker,
Inhuman,
Fantasy,
I'm a child of the night,
Abnormal,
Different,
Golden eyes but ashen sight,

I'm a student of midnight,
The moon is my teacher,
Dusk is fast bringing light,
I turn back to my old form,

Laying in bed, ready for the day.
Still spawn of the night.

The End

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