Coyote howls and Orion watches
three more steps and they’d both be in my bedroom.
I wonder what the sheep think
is Zelda finally glad for the fences
even under Orion’s watchful eye.
Now I know what bone chilling means
not some horror movie hand popping out from the grave
Coyote’s cries play up and down my spine
from sacrum to reptile brain
and back again
Like someone tickling the ivories in a Rebel Yell.
This is something we all know
sheep, chicken, donkey, barn cat, dog, human
Even in the safety of our bedroom
Even under the dependable and comforting eye of the stars.
I woke up to the eerie calls of the coyotes last night. They’ve been closer and louder than usual this week. The closer they are the scarier they sound. I couldn’t go back to sleep until I wrote down the poem that was running in my head.