Coyotes

The full moon is rising

The breeze stirs the pines

The stars will soon pierce the dark

And just over the hill

A barely heard sound

It’s this brand new evening’s first bark

Just a small “yip” at first

Then a second chimes in

Then a third answers just a bit louder

They begin to compete

Each has his own song

And each one couldn’t be prouder

Now the Navajos say

That the Coyote is strong

And also pretty dang clever

He scattered the stars

And removed most the moons

So now we’ll just have one forever

They say that Coyote

Threw down the seeds

Of  the plants and the trees cross the land

And they’re also immortal

Can’t kill em at all

They’ll come back and still run with their band

We don’t call ‘em Ky Yo Tees

Like city folks do

They’re just know as Ky –Yots round here

Now some folks don’t like ‘em

And use other names

When their singin is all you can hear

They can sure raise the dead

Sometimes in the night

When their shrill canine concert begins

I don’t mind it so much

It was their country first

I try to consider them friends

Now the ranchers and farmers

Have a quite different view

Of  them egg stealin calf killin guys

But you have to admit

It sure sounds like the West

When their singing rings through the night skies