Coyote Night
Coyote Nights
the night is dark there is no moon
no light and the stars lie quiet
its at two in the morning there are
the yips and barks that quick
high pitch yipping as my heart beats
heavy in the night for something has died
and becomes a meal as
mother earth demands in her cycles
the coyotes have claimed their prize
a creature has been caught
in this cold natural rhythm of life
in the blackness of the night,
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