i live in england...
which isn't exactly
continental Europe...
sure... the Norse
can come up with
their howling volf
imitation...
    but i thought the
English convened
and called my ethnicity,
vermin?
  why do you think
i imitate
king vermin,
   the fox...
in its calls...
  surging into pseudo-laughter?
ever listen to a fox,
esp. male, at night?
came running,
the auxiliaries -
    soloist foxes,
before the packs of
wolves...
   sniffing, the earth for bones,
and roots...
   of course the idea
diffuses when
  attracting
        the attention of
media titans,
to allow for the "idea" to propagate...
north eastern America...
Salem...
  as its capital...
   i had a love, who introduced
me to an antithesis of Ensiferum...
In Extremo...
  but then?
   i found Heilung...
7+ years to encompass
a break-up...
  forgetting her ******
has become...
   i rather east raw mustard
after dinner...
than "repent"....
     howl all you want...
but ever stay up at night,
cherishing
   the "laughter" of foxes?!
   never heard it?
oh... you're missing out!
it's transcendental
of the vampire motif...
             a shamanic voice,
that imitates the hovering
rasp,
of a didgeridoo...
         hearing,
   what the fluttering of
the wings of a kingfisher looks like...
a fox...
       relaxing on my neighbor's
roof of a shed...
eyes enlarging the proportion
of both torso, and the tail...
      relaxing...
       better than
feeding sugar to macaque monkeys
on a balcony in a Kenyan resort
for albinos or porkies...
   better than listening
to a macaw parrot,
stranded on a roof,
tell a fireman attempting to save
it... to?
   *******!