I like to walk in the summer heat

when the sun goes down

I feel wild at night

like a half-starved coyote

that doesn’t know why he’s hungry.

Maybe its lost dreams

or lost women

but the woods whisper my name

just the same

and I keep searching for things in the dark.

Different people walk the night

I used to be scared of them

but now I am one of them

The forest is full of shadows

and the moon shines overhead

When the world is warmer

it feels like you can soak in it

and all the things you love to do

become a part of you

I love the darkness

and I love the heat

But in no time

the night becomes tame

Wild Things join the day

They go to jobs

They act a certain way

but they can’t wait

to become wild again