coyotes
August 2008 
Moist
Posted on Mar 18th, 2008
by 
Entheochef
Entheochef
Moist
Outside, the fog clogs
The crickets' bows. They know
To be winding down now anyhow.
The soloist who remains:
At play with a simple serenade
Into the thick and magical misty night.
Inside, Lovers' quiet breaths breathing
A mystic aria into brief instants of silence.
Tonight's chorus: a melody of coyote at prey.
Outside, the fog clogs
The crickets' bows. They know
To be winding down now anyhow.
The soloist who remains:
At play with a simple serenade
Into the thick and magical misty night.
Inside, Lovers' quiet breaths breathing
A mystic aria into brief instants of silence.
Tonight's chorus: a melody of coyote at prey.
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