Song Dog, Canis latrans

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.