Moondog

Ever since I was a child, I have harbored something wild. Every month at the full moon, I change my form and leave my room. The sinks get clogged with tufts of hair (My poor mother asks me from where) I shrug and say I do not know What causes all my fur to grow. I can't defend the things I do, I should be confined to a zoo, But on the moonlit streets at night, My canine ventures feel so right. My nightime capers hound the folks, My lupine pranks aren't seen as jokes. In fact the locals are quite puzzled, To find their household pets half-guzzled. I throw my head and from my jowls, Escape the sounds of eerie howls, The people scream and run back home, Untill the streets are quite alone. And when at last dissolves the night, And on my hide falls dawn's first light, I wander home to take a bath, And wash away my hairy wrath.