Thursday, November 30, 2006

In the gloom

Coyote yipping
in the creek behind
my house
Not quite dawn
the light grows
but the darkness still fills the woods
Are you looking for your brethern
who spread out in the night hunting
playing running
in the cold
Go find them and curl up in
a quiet spot
Little Coy-dog

© 2006, Liza Lee Miller
All Rights Reserved.


Sandy said...

Did you do the poem?
I like it very much.

Sometimes at night, when I am outdoor shovelling, I can hear the coyotes down in the woods. Once in a while, we see them in the field behind our house.

-llm. said...

Thank you, I did write it. Sorry that wasn't clear. It was one of those inspired moments . . . I was sitting, blog-rolling, sipping my mocha, and heard the coyote yipping and bleh . . . it just came out! I love it when that happens. :)

Susan Gets Native said...

That poem evoked just the image I think you wanted to portray. I love it.

And I love coyotes. I have seen dead ones on the roads around here, but have yet to have one visit our property. You lucky thing, getting to hear them out in the night.

Anonymous said...

You drew a picture for me with words. Very nice!