Esortxed-Trisodium

A pale crescent looms. Hyena in the shadows, Wolf pack in moonlight. The crescent wanes, The howls ring out. Hyena notes a light, For which it so longs. New moon lingers, The light goes out. Hyena tiptoes in, It does not belong. The crescent waxes, The wolves come out. Hyena goes unseen, Not a one belongs. Half-circle moon, The howlers shout. Hyena stays silent, It will not be long. The gibbous waxes, Strange laugh rings out. Hyena in moonlight, Where it now belongs. The full moon looms, Wolves look about. Hyena gone to lurk, But it won't be long.