Coyote Serendade
Posted: Sunday, February 08, 2009
by David Pekrul
A full moon hangs on the horizon
as coyotes gather to give homage.
One lonely cry breaks the silence,
then another and another,
until the desert valley is filled with screams,
like tormented spirits caught between worlds.
All other creatures are silent
and the valley floor becomes an eerie place.
nestled down for the night,
looks across the valley and smiles.
He no longer feels alone,
for the desert is not an empty place.
There is movement and life,
and the sound is a serenade.
Now dark clouds cover the moon,
like black lace pulled across a lamp,
and only the occasional yelp can be heard,
for the serenade has come to an end.
Other creatures come out from hiding
and begin again to move through the night.
Life has returned to normal,
and the coyotes sleep.
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)David, excellent Free verse....I loved it, I could "See" and "Hear" what you had described, and of course, it helps to live in the desert like I do, I have heard it, have lived it....This is my world......Wonderful write, wonderful read.....Well done....your friend in pen.....and fan.....Gary.....(it reminds me of my home)Thanks Gary. I have never lived in the desert, but this poem came to me when I was travelling across Arizona and Nevada. We have lots of Coyotes in Alberta though. I hear them a lot, sometimes when they are very close and very noisy. I love the sound of the coyote.
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