out come the wolves.

holy full flippin' moon, neighbors!
can you feel it?
have you seen it?
it's big,
it's bright,
and it's bringing all the wild blood from all over the wilderness,
every pulsing, thrumming bass-boosted blast of barbarian big action
directly to the doorstep of my fair forest realm.
mmhmmm.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is aglow with the beams,
and the blue light from that silver circle is bathing every inch of my reflective rooftop
in heavenly reverberations.
wow.
the push and pull, the tidal wavelengths,
the hazy skies and bleary eyes that give way to full blown supermoon
werewolfen berserker battle-beastly fury.
that's what's up.
and when the sky is alight with the shiny round animal magnetism,
i feel it's only right to start up a convivial conflagration of my own.
y'know?
yeah.
it's raging gypsy fuego time!!!
the world is my tinderbox, and i've got heaps of fuel.
guys, check the towering-inferno-type teleport:

word.
i'm burning EVERYTHING.
that's no joke.
i've got crackling logs and flammable extras,
and all of it is getting blazed to bits...
the fire got so crazy tonight,
it starting shooting out sideways.
uh-huh.

c'mon.
i got that side fire jauns spraying leftwards,
and upwards.
the light is orange,
the heat is heartwarming, and everywhere else warming, too.
the smoky scent of campfire has me missing my peoples this evening.
having company could've made the whole night more expert,
but,
the nightcrawling, churning, roiling animal frenzy of a wilding wolf moon
maybe is best to be enjoyed all alone,
the thing is-
i've got bristling hairs, snarling teeth, and clenched fists,
and nobody else needs to watch me writhe around in the grass,
howling and barking mad,
but loving every last second of the embers and sparks that're being carried towards
the big orbiting satellite overhead.
it's all really happening, kids.
the inferno is just the right amount of extra hottness in every way.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given here,.
and the absence of others around the stones only makes it easier to be myself.
there're treats in the oven,
and plans in the making.
my drawing board has sketches,
the night is young,
and the lights are on in the heavens above.
i'm missing my ladies, big and small,
and i'm looking up, even if i'm not looking forward....
right now is when i'm supposed to be;
never quiet, never soft.....