Call of the Moon

Sleep calls as I lay my head down

The world seems quiet, and still

But suddenly, I no longer feel alone

The mother moon shines bright

to my eyes, pop open looking out

at the dark night.

It's in my lungs, dying to get out

She whispers my name

an image of her makes me shiver with doubt.

I'm not me, This can't be me

I'm in the woods running,

with no inhibitions, only bloodless glee.

I sniff the air to find it pungent

My prey before me and I give chase

I catch it when it's leg gets bent.

My teeth are sharp and belly empty

I taste each wound and muscle

Blood, meat, and bone aplenty.

I am nourished only for a small time

I will be back,

The hunt is always mine.

What will I devour next I wonder?

In the morning, my eyes flutter open

Did I just have a dream or was I really in the forest yonder?