The Midnight Howl

Your dirty grey fur
I see from a distance
Your murky blue eyes gaze into mine your body stands tall in the cloudy moonlight
your broad shoulders start moving closer
your paws spiked with claws
As your ears start to twitch
My body frozen as your fur brushes my leg
You nuzzle my hand and give my face a good lick
I stand up and you rise and of course like my shadow
You follow.