One grey coyote

Singing to his mate

Under the waning moon

Her ears high

Answers his song

Two lovers separated

But never alone

On a tree line hill

His love listens

Waiting her mates return

Her heart longing

For his body curled

Against hers

The warmth and loving bond

Sustains her on the cold winters' nights

Two souls bound

Under the same pale moon

Seeking solace to be together

Once more

Her playful pups

Tugging her tail

Brings her back

But first

She tilts her head

Calling her lovers return