Coyote and Me
Rising above indigo mountains
November’s dessert moon
Casts shadows, lights paths
Through red rock canyons
Bathing me in purity
Coyote sitting on a high rock
Releases throaty moans
Howling into the void
I howl back
He howls again
Coyote and me,
Howling
Howling
Howling
Elaine Mills
November sometime in the late 70’s The Valley of Fire in Southern Nevada