The coyote left to the west
Chasing sun before she set
Ran over fields of frost
Frozen flight
Flecks of light
Turned long nose
Howled come follow me
Solitary was her plight
I have run
Across the plain
Followed you
To and fro
Up the mountains glacial peak
Touched the sky
On moonbeams streak
You hear me call
It is not a dream
Mine is the voice
That makes you sing
We’ve licked our pups
And our wounds
Open your throat,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Do not stifle
What you find.
