I Call My Howlers

When the sun has left And you are a failure And all is lost I parade around Hoping you will look up Trying to change you from your sad self to your most fabulous philosophy If you are determined to study your feet I am at a loss to help Luna does not howl you see Yet wait. I could call my howlers. They are coming now. I hear their yips Uh-oh. Too much. Too frightened, you run away. Never seeing what I could have done. So I keep my optimism and hope A bit longer Waiting for the right victim.