Streetlight

Howling, howling, through the trees and into the street. The moon was full. It had to be children. Howling and screaming, through the trees and into the street. It had to be the couple downstairs. Howling and crying through the trees and into the street but closer to my window. This had to be a joke. What was that I saw crawling through the dark street that night last year?  I saw its hairy body crawl into the forest. Just it’s hind legs, nothing else. I thought I was crazy. It was real and now it was crying across the street. And it was not alone.