I’m not alone tonight …
I lay in my bed while a chorus begins.
Coyotes are yipping and howling …
… amplified by the waters of a slow moving river.
Just beyond my window, they sound so close.
I imagine how many huddled together,
tails tucked under their bellies … taking turns.
A round of fireworks rips through the air.
The neighbors afraid … try to scare them off.
Long ago, the Coyotes used to be
Coyote People left their shelters
TO RUN FREE.
Growing fur to match the Wind,
Dropping down on all fours
TO FEEL THE EARTH
against their feet.
Making themselves cunning to protect
If I were among the Coyote People tonight
I’d laugh at those hiding from the darkness
trying to drown out my SONG with loud noises,
not safe from their own FEAR.
Poem by Cecilia Soprano
New England Poet