The howls of coyotes heard through an open window led me to reflect on the uniqueness of Man, created in the image of God.
out under the stars of the crisp autumn sky
I hear the coyotes' lamentable cry
a solo, a duet, a trio at times,
that pierces the quiet,
sends chills up my spine
sounding awfully mournful, as if they regret
the ravenous deeds that await them, and yet,
like ghosts driven on by a curse, they proceed
to stalk the unwary, to pounce and to feed
in the daylight they skulk in their dens, where I guess
all the sounds of our day simply fail to impress
on the mind of those canines, that cunningest brand,
a single poetic or fanciful strand
Copyright 2003 by Larry Naselli
Posted by larry_naselli
at 10:54 AM CDT
Updated: Monday, October 20, 2003 9:40 PM CDT
