
Alert
Now, the coyote lifts his ear
To hear
The moon whose white
Feathers flicker
In the falling
Snow.
It is time to
Dance, coyote, dance
Along the silver shadow
Of the wind, though
The talon
Of the dragon
Glance
Against the edges of existence.
Dance, coyote, dance
Laugh among your brethren
Of the rocks, howl
In awe
Of the sky,
Dance
On nimble paw,
Sly
Magician,
Spirit-listener,
Dance,
That the night
Of the holy owl
May sing
Again
And the sacred spring
Water
The sands of the wild desert.
Written around 1998.
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