Treasure Island

Patricia Kelley

(March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

Coyotes Howling


Coyotes howl through the twilight night.
Keeping our neighbors, indoors out of sight,
Coyotes roam.
We hear them too close to our home.
Howling with all of their might,
It can be a fright.
As the children sleep safely snug in their beds; dreams start to ignite.
One dreaming of super heroes,
While the other one, dreams of school dances.
As cold winter temperatures dropping into the zeros.
Mom and dad are snuggled in bed.
Hearing the noise in their heads', through the night.
Seeing, moving shadows of coyotes across windows.
Seeing, their moving heads and tails.
Leaving trails,
Coyotes move through the southwest night.
As we sleep safe in our beds.

Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 25, 2013
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