• In my house I wait till night,
    the moon comes out,
    it shines in the blood let night.
    I feel a ripple under my skin,
    and wait for the crunching to begin.
    First my back and then my legs,
    and wait for my change to end,
    last but not least I grow my hair.
    I run out the door, across the yard.
    Stretch my legs in the dark,
    then sprint to the forest and disappear.
    A bit before dawn I run to my house,
    change back and calapse to the floor.