Night Fall

The next moon I watch slide behind the trees

Will be the moon that sees me shed

The burden of skin and bone

As night falls I grow restless

Like dogs that prowl deserted streets

In search of love or meat

Stirred by the memory of a pack

That never contained me

Or even the thought of me

Let the dogs have what’s left

They are hungry and it’s the least I can do;

Feed them on a moonless night