Howling In The Desert

The desert night is cold and vast,
and holds sounds that will always last.
Behind the firelight it calls to you,
a song that is only heard by a few.
The white moonshine above,
making you only long for that lost love.
Then the sounds moans and howls comes from the night,
feeling your body with a sense of fright.
You bundle up in the chill and hold close to the fire,
being that sleep is your hopes only desire.
You try to look past the realm of light that surrounds you,
to see what animals are speaking to you.
But the vale of night shades everything in sight,
and only the howling of Coyotes comforts your plight.
You close your eyes hoping for the night come to and end,
and assuring yourself that sunlight is your only friend.
Finally night gives you your desire,
and then you feel nothing from the failing fire.
The cold rushes in to bite your body to the bone,
you awake and find you are not alone.
For no fire is there to guard you side,
and you see mouths with teeth open wide.
Then you see the hint of little lights dance in the air,
and you feel the creatures around you just don't care.
All the sudden they fall in,
and unleash what you think is to be a sin.
Their teeth bite for a piece of meat,
and you find yourself with no retreat.
You cry out knowing this is the end,
and the last sound is a howl that calls death as your only friend.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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