Roar......

The song dogs (coyotes)

I know they’re a scourge in most parts of the country
But they’ve etched a place in this being

Their language, their verses describe the landscape as only they can

Their long, high notes, floating across the meadow and into the trees of a misty early evening,
ringing out a conclusion to the day,
gives me a bit of a chill and a reverence,
imparting perspective as to where I am,
giving credence to this backwoods romance I’m having

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When I was stationed in CA during the fifties, I had an owl that nested in a tree right outside my bedroom window. Darn thing would never answer me when I asked for it’s name. It would say ‘who’, so that’s what I called him....who. Enjoyed the sound of him though.
 


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