The night was upon us, We had nothing to do but wait for the rising moon. We knew it was to be full and bright on this night, we were going to howl at the moon.
Found the spot, we all agreed, would be perfect for our quest. Layed out the blankets in the grass, for which to lay upon and rest.
Our bottle full of moonshine, for which to help us all along. The howling would commence, after drinking, dance and song.
It all was getting clearer, as the evening did go by, the moon would do a number on us, for there was not a cloud in the sky.
Suddenly the moon began to rise above the trees, The moonshine in our stomachs, already had us on our knees!
"Let the howling begin!" I heard someone yell. Our low, guttural howls, soon did swell.
The moon rose higher and so did we, as our dance began at first subdued. The higher the moon rose, our dance became lewd.
Clothes flew through the evening light.Shadowed visions of delight. We danced in a circle, holding hands so tight, howling at the moon with all our might.
Every emotion inside, did come forth that eve. We became the moon, that night, I believe.
Between the moonshine and the moonshine, my soul did fly, as we howled at the moon, way up in the sky.
Before we knew it, the dawn was between the moon and the ground. We were alright with that, because our voices couldn't be found!
We sent them away with the passing loon. That night we did, howl at the moon.