Coyotes howl through the twilight night.
Keeping our neighbors, indoors out of sight,
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.
Coyotes move through the southwest night.
As we sleep safe in our beds.
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