The howler comes out
most every night.
he howls at the moon,
so full and so bright.
He's calling his mate,
for he knows she's near.
He smells her scent,
His call she does hear.
He finds her in the midst,
of a moonlight's eye.Together they cry out
they're sering cries.
They go off in the wilds,
in search of their prey.
They'll run for miles,
they'll run for days.
If you listen close,
during nightfall.
You can hear their cries,
You can hear their call.
