The coyotes are celebrating tonight
Under the full moon’s light
That orb as high as a noon day sun
Goring through trees through leaves
Churning night dark earth for all that it’s worth
Their paws trampling grasses as they gather from their dens
Their high stepping prances as they gather in the glens
Standing up on hinds, walking o’ so tall
Walking like Two-legs, walking wall to wall
Their noses twitching gently sniffing Two-legs’ air
Their noses twitching gently as if they really care
Talking woodland politics
Talking ‘coons ‘possoms bear
They’re talking woodland politics
Talking who goes here and there
Their laughter rising hairs on Two-legs’ necks
Their laughter rising rising ’till the moon’s kept in check
Two-legs listen fearful under blankets all night long
To the keening and the weening of Coyote’s night long song.
Lady Sparrowhawk wrote, “Accountant coyote thinks you miscounted the chickens. There’s no way 5 are missing and you definitely should not look in her den for the feathers.
This is what happens when I let writers put coyotes in my brain. Thanks”
And thanks to you, Lady Sparrowhawk.