In the shinning full moon light,
I race down the path.
I’m pumping my four strong powerful legs.
I reach a clearing in the dark woods.
The woods open up into a small meadow.
I run to the large rock in the middle.
The smell of all the flowers here overwhelm me.
Roses, lilies, violets, daffodils, honeysuckles, and lilacs.
Orange-blossoms, primroses, tulips, and lavenders.
All the flowers are a lite,
By the glow of the wonderfully bright moon.
I leap onto the rock, looking around me.
Then the others come into the clearing.
Some come slowly, while others run.
They stop in a circle around me.
They are my friends.
I look at each face,
Recognizing them all.
I stop at my mate.
She comes up and joins me on the rock.
We throw our heads back and howl.
We sing our lunar song.