When the Wild Appears

In the forest
not far from the house
coyotes serenade moon shadows
climbing tall tree tops
disappearing into early morning sky
First, their sporadic yelps
then deep soulful cries
telling mythic stories only wild spirits can know
Our ears, tuned to another octave
mistake their passion for lonely discontent
For one fleeting moment
something wild, and unmistakably foreign
bubbles up inside us
Desperately lipsynching their sounds
we awkwardly hope to [...]