Replacing skin for fur,
That groan becomes a growl.
Those teeth to fangs.
Hands and feet to paws.

Morphing in the moonlight,
I strive to desire.
As White wolf,
I am apart of the moon.

I feel her sadness,
As she stares down at Mother Earth,
Her mind unwilling.
To desire him.

A howl escapes my jowls,
As one responds.
So loud and close,
I have caught my find.

Pounding into the earth,
I struggle to run faster.
Beyond the grove,
Is a male adolescent.

I wish to meet him..
I can almost smell his scent...