hyenas by day, hyenas by night

oh, the metamorphoses that the starlight brings

to begin, hyenas from the lone palm clan at their communal den.

hyenas and me, at peace in the waning illumination of the eve

now see them in their midnight attire, singing the songs of the witching hour.  this is what happens when you drop a wildebeest leg for two young lionesses to eat, and one hyena catches wind of what's going on, but realizes that he has not the size nor the brawn to steal the carcass on his own, so he goes and gets fourteen of his laugh-happy, blood-hungry friends (28 glowing eyes approach the scene, and sing their mad incantations).

 

and they keep on a'singin and a'laughin, hootin' and a'hollerin'

and a'wishin' they could have some of that rotten dish

aren't they cute?