Song of the Coyotes
Each night I lay my head down
Deep in the Winter chill
I hear a sound beginning which starts as a lonely shrill
It soon becomes a song with a high pitched two-tone
A few join in to say you're not alone
Several more add their voices high and strong
Now all the woods are singing the Coyotes song
It's a sweet sound to me and soon I drift off with the tune
I dream of them singing together beneath the Winter moon
The Coyotes are Guardians of the highest ridge top
May their wild song continue and never stop
I pray God will keep them safe and forever free
May they always sing their Coyotes song to others and to me
- Sheri L. Swift
