Caterwaul

There was caterwaul herd from distances all around the senses. Heard it was as the sound that could and would always be the best in all the land. Romance was stirred in its wrath, with a touch of frustration that tickled the strangest sensation in ones renegade ears. Such sound was indelible to the mind of even the most forgetful creatures with no brain amongst head. Lovely and so frightful was the wail that, even the ones in peaceful slumber stirred and then proceeded to be awakened. Suspended in the earthly animation and in the breath of those so holy in our intentions, the provocative emotions would agitate in the pride of its journey. Perplexed by its intuition, creature above and below were. By definition, it was the only perfection in the day, the only perfect sense of stability.