One Loss Baby Coyote

It was a clear night with a bright moon There were several hours before daylight being nowhere soon A little baby Coyote loss in the woods It was alone in where it stood The baby Coyote was searching for food It was any kind of food in order to survive It had no choice in being its strive The woods were nothing but endless trees Moments on end, there would be a passing breeze Yet the baby Coyote had wolf eyes It had very keen steps It was the eye on the prey in being well kept This was the secret of attack The prey had no time to think and step back The motion like a movie reel But it was the baby Coyote maneuvering in survival being for real Finally the little Coyote went back to the woods to fall asleep It was dreaming in its own way my soul to keep The poor little Coyote alone Yet having survival skills that was shown The message being, “You can’t keep a Coyote down”.