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.
- Author: Amy Michelle Mosier ( Online)
- Published: October 8th, 2024 14:55
- Category: Nature
- Views: 18
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