The Coywolf Lopes at Night
by
Ray Alexander Fraser
The coywolf lopes at night:
Looking through your windows,
Looking through your dreams.
She eats your moon
And wipes her face with its beams
You think you can encroach?
Taking rivers from her land,
Giving her power to the south,
While starving her pack:
You can’t starve her at the mouth,
For she is howling strong.
And her call is returned,
Joined by coyotes, wolves and dogs.
We drown you out:
Irrelevanting your drove of hogs.
Hear us, call us, return us from glen to shore.
We stand proud, together, idle no more.
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