The coyotes are outside.
Howling at the moon.
I wonder who there talking to.
The moon in its radiant glory.
Steam rising from there lips as they release there hypnotising outcry.
As i look out my window, i catch one of there eyes.
The coyotes free soul hits mine, I can't help but stair in perplextion.
Feeling out of place the coyote runs back to its back.
Roaming the hills.
Soul free and flying.
