his forsaken call’s heard
sacred night covers form
sound carries over sage
coyote plans his day
begging world join in
night-guard does jus’ so
silence from desert sand
cattle low, stir and settle
moon at crescent quarter
stars high, full and bright
night-guard warbles song
to coyotes’ off-key call
beckoning earth join in
yip, yip, yip each sings
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