full pale moon failing to match the sun,
spurring me to action.
A physical transformation:
silken fur slides over me,
wrapping my frigid, useless skin.
Brown sleek pelt protects
against swift wind, crisp air futilely
cascading over me.
Old cold blood like sludge heats, thins
and courses, sensation radiating
through my veins.
Warmth floods my newly clad body.
No longer exposed to the elements
I am free to think and move.
My mind sharpens as my body
is rejuvenated, no longer dealing with
the numbing, dumbing cold.
I’ve always wanted this,
I’ve always wanted it.
Man, fur coats are the shit.