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,...
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