Cries Piercing the Night’s Silence

In the shadowed field, the night breaks into a cacophony of cries, sharp and piercing. A pack of coyotes, voices tangled in hunger and triumph, sings a chilling lullaby in the darkness. Their song, a harbinger of life meeting its end, echoes through our open bedroom window, a reminder of the wildness that prowls just beyond the reach of our porch light. Somewhere, beyond our sight, a deer perhaps wandered too far, its fate now woven into the coyotes’ cry. And we, from our bedroom window, listen— a silent vigil, bearing witness to the cycle unfolding in the back field where shadows play.