The oak trees all around usHide the light of the moon,Only emitting a faintSpectral glow.Rustlings and stirring,Usual at nighttime like thisAre gone.The air is silent tonight,The tingle of magic in the air,And it seems all of the forestIs holding its breath,Marveling at the beauty ofThe moon.

The clearing in front of meIs full of blinding light,With the moon directly overhead,The fullest it can be.The rocks are painted white and silver,With the ground frosty,As though the early morning mistIs painted upon them.The whole universe sparkles,Like stardust has fallen to the earth,In the middle of our small world.

All around I hear theHuffing and panting of wolf breath.I step, into the clearing,My front paw illuminatedFrom the otherworldly moonlight.Raising my now silvery tail,I lead my packOut into the clearing,To howl at the moon.