I am now going to bark at you—roof, roof, roof—
echoes off the moon like a broken payphone;
I’m the stray in your headlights, fur full of neon,
chasing the shadow of a song I once owned.
Bite the bass, lick the reverb,
howl your name till the stoplights cry red;
every growl is a love note, every whimper a promise—
follow my paws through the static,
and we’ll lose our collars in the night’s loose teeth.