Howling

They pierce the night with mournful cries.
The sound sends shivers down your spine.
“It’s just the Coyotes.” you tell yourself quietly,
But there’s more to them than that.
They are the wild dogs who roam the forests deep.
They are a snapping snarling pack of dark souls.
They sweep through fields leaving no tracks and no trail.
They rush past the houses sniffing out the damned to join their ranks.
They are the feral, the incorporeal hounds.
And all you know of them is the howling. 

Thank you for sending one in anon! ❤