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.