Coyote Dreams

Coyotes pause in the river bed

to sing a song to the moon.

Their yip, yip, yip,

is a raucous tune.

The pack of coyotes

travels in the wash,

while bats fly by

and elf owls watch.

The javelinas look

for a tasty treat

to fill their

night time dining.

The night air cools

and the songs echo

making memories

of a desert night.

And as I nod to sleep

I hear those songs

rippling through

my dreams.

Good night coyotes.

Good night javelinas.

Good night elf owls and bats.

Good night to us all.

      This poem is a lullaby, because it is one that should be read just before going to sleep.  Can you try writing your own lullaby?  Have fun.