Dog at my feet,
wanting to go out,
to howl at the fool moon
in the sky, while about,
those sorely affected,
act out, their normal lives
and loves go undetected,
my dog doesn't howl so
I will disavow any such action,
both those in the street,
who wander, like the Zombie,
apocalypse, just hit repeat,
over and over again, they rev their
motors, what if they actually
owned a car?  They run screaming
moonlight streaming in and
catches my eye, clench and unclench
my fist, stand to the rail of my
balcony, pounding the drum that
is my my chest and begin to
howl.

Is it I, you hear, then I am quite near...
join in, let us chorus, and win the
moon to our side!