the coyote
loves the moon
he howls
his coyote tune
A howling coyote
seals his doom
mad as hell
at the waning moon
both will return
there’s always room
for one more coyote
one more moon.
I wait each morning to see if the sun will rise and the fragment of Pictures painted with words, to show up in my email. Like a greeting from an old friend. Valued and treasured. How fortunate I feel to be remembered.
Thank you for creating these Neil A Day fragments. They are like ripples on calm water spreading far beyond where the poet sees them land.
the coyote
loves the moon
he howls
his coyote tune
A howling coyote
seals his doom
mad as hell
at the waning moon
both will return
there’s always room
for one more coyote
one more moon.
I wait each morning to see if the sun will rise and the fragment of Pictures painted with words, to show up in my email. Like a greeting from an old friend. Valued and treasured. How fortunate I feel to be remembered.
Thank you for creating these Neil A Day fragments. They are like ripples on calm water spreading far beyond where the poet sees them land.