I plod along,
My padded paws muffling my steps.
The trees form a canopy,
Leaving this space devoid of light.
The only sounds are of my footsteps,
As I slink through the shifting shadows.
Here and there a set of glowing eyes flash,
And close once again to avoid prolonged detection.
Then, through a break in the leaves above,
The moon shines proudly,
Sharing the light that was given to her by her lover the sun.
I drink in the moonlight,
It sustains me.
But I make sure to take only what I need,
So the moon can share her lover's gift
With the world.
And I howl in thanks.