I Sing Like a Howling Dog
My Singing Is a Howl...
Whenever I can escape my home amongst human society, I find myself unable to resist the feeling. I stand in fields below the stars, whether there be a full moon, crescent, or new, and I howl. I find myself unable to hold it in and I find it natural for me. When I howl, I am singing. I am singing to Selene, the Lady Moon. I am singing to the stars, and I am happy when I have such a chance. It proves to me that I can't hide what I am, and I feel amazing when I don't hold it in. The howl is soothing and it gives me power...it gives me strength.
Whenever I can escape my home amongst human society, I find myself unable to resist the feeling. I stand in fields below the stars, whether there be a full moon, crescent, or new, and I howl. I find myself unable to hold it in and I find it natural for me. When I howl, I am singing. I am singing to Selene, the Lady Moon. I am singing to the stars, and I am happy when I have such a chance. It proves to me that I can't hide what I am, and I feel amazing when I don't hold it in. The howl is soothing and it gives me power...it gives me strength.
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