The moon shines silver
in slivery light.
Saguaro shadows
are dark this night.
When out in the scrub
the wind whispers
a trilling refrain,
that echos
and echos
repeating again.
Yee, Yee, Yee,
Yip, yip, yip, yip,yip,yip.
Coyotes are tracking tonight.
Coyotes are interesting creatures. Sly as a fox and a better sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading your poems. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Have you passed the two year mark yet? I am amazed by you.
Celebrate you
Never Give Up
Joan Y. Edwards
Thanks Joan. April 20th, I believe marks the 2 year anniversary. I'm hoping I make it. I love your description of the coyote. Had you ever heard them called Song Dogs before? Thank you for leaving a comment.
DeleteHi, Joy. I could hear this poem set to music, sung around a campfire. It has a cowboy feel!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I love poems set to music. You supply the music and I'll supply the poem. Glad you can feel like a cowgirl, yee-haw!
DeleteAnother wonderful coyote poem! Love this, Joy. You've really captured them here, in such a mysterious and musical way.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Robyn. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteI've camped in the Tucson area with my students, Joy. You've created the atmosphere perfectly. It was eery hearing that 'yip, yip' at night.
ReplyDeleteI had never heard coyotes called Song Dogs before, but it fits so perfectly. I do wonder how the name came about. Do you think it is a translation for some Indian words? I'm going to do some research.
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