One grey coyote
Singing to his mate
Under the waning moon
Her ears high
Answers his song
Two lovers separated
But never alone
On a tree line hill
His love listens
Waiting her mates return
Her heart longing
For his body curled
Against hers
The warmth and loving bond
Sustains her on the cold winters’ nights
Two souls bound
Under the same pale moon
Seeking solace to be together
Once more
Her playful pups
Tugging her tail
Brings her back
But first
She tilts her head
Calling her lovers return
