Creatures in the night

It is dark outside.  It is nighttime.  A brilliant full moon shines high in the sky shining so brightly that it lights up the countryside with an eerie blue glow.  Humans can see by this light – this moonlight – if they were out. But most animals and humans are tucked away in their beds dreaming dreams of sunshine and daytime.  The night belongs to other creatures.  Creatures of the night.  Creatures like the werewolf.  To the werewolf the moonlight it is not just a light to see by, but an infusion of power.  And so the werewolf is out, roaming, soaking in the spirit of the night.

He sees things that cannot be seen in the daytime.  Critters that come out at night.  Critters that would make the hairs of a human stand on end.  And he hears things.  Things that cannot be – or won’t be – heard over the busy bustling of the day.  An orchestra of sounds that becomes louder and louder the closer you listen.  It is a world that few creatures venture into unfettered by fear.  But the werewolf has nothing to fear. He owns the night.

The morning will bring a new day.  New experiences that can come only when the sun is shining and humans are out.  But right now, in this moment, the secrets of the night belong to the werewolf