Full Moon

Each day when I wake, I take a spoon and bowl. But it feels wrong and causes a ping-pong in my mind. You see, a moon and a spoon are so different. I cannot howl at a spoon, but I can eat. A moon cannot give me food, but it can feed my soul. When every night the moon would peek its head to me and my pack, and we would greet it with a mighty howl. From the small pups, to the large Alpha's. All are equal under a full moon.