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On a night like this,
if I were the moon
I’d survey sleeping multitudes
with brilliant silver streams.
I’d measure duration of mortal life
waxing and waining.
Silently I’d shine,
silently keep time.
On a night like this,
if I were a witch
I’d mount my broom,
chase the moon,
burn a path across the sky.
Make no mistake,
I’d be burned at the stake,
What a noble way to die!
What a noble way to die!
On a night like this,
if I were an owl
I’d glide silent, shadowed by the night
silhouette sleek, sharp as a knife.
I’d dive, devour, terrify
rodents braving the outside,
That I might live, they die.
That I might live, they die.
On a night like this,
if I were a dog
I’d howl and howl,
drive the humans mad.
Wild cousins in distant hills
would hear and call out in reply,
‘till I am locked inside.
A wolf is locked inside.
