Glowing by the moonlight pallor
Are the circles of coyote eyes
Hovering above ground – pair by pair –
Wandering like restless sprights
Seeking for one who’s lost their way.
Their banter touches my heartbeat;
My stunted breath rolls out – and I –
I’m glad for their roving company
Near my small chasm where I hide –
But not lost – just gone astray.
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