Why is nature perfect?
I think about it
All the time
Why can’t I be out there?
Instead of here,
Making up this sad rhyme?
So I close my eyes
I see red,
Like igneous rock, emotion unmistakable
As cold fear creeps
Like the dark in the set
Of a sun
Faint, stunning, magnetizing
Delicately I hear their sound
Haunting and desolate
No, stop, don’t go
But I’m parting, exiting
This confine
To find those wild
Things, those enticing
Singers, who at liberty
Call to the burning
Illuminations winking in the sky
Their name?
No one knows
But we call them
Coyotes