Coyotes

The song dogs take stock

in the wilderness, they

are killed for their skins

and are so made to pay

 

for their feral magic

their curious traits

they run with the wind

and they live  in the states

a diminishing kingdom

raises their woe

as they come face to face

with the hunter men

though

 

they are not very wise

in their great 4x 4′s

with their guns by their side

to to little applause

 

they murder the song dogs

who sing to the moon

with many expressions

and so all in tune
often the owl

will hoot on a tree

and pair up with the coyote

your unlikely to see

 

either but both

will pair up anyway

with the songs of the forest

served up on a tray

 

 

 

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