A singular bay,
Followed by another,
Then another,
Their lonesome calls,
Echo through the granite canyons,
The pale summer moon,
Pays homage to their cries,
What must the Hopi and the Navajo thought,
Looking into the darkness of night,
O’ they knew the coyote well,
The hero, trickster and shapeshifter,
A buffoon,
A clown,
Seldom dangerous,
Never a nuisance,
That is the label of today,
Seeing the song dog as inconvenient,
Thrusting them out,
To places they don’t call home,
Still they are not be hushed, but resilient,
Distant howls,
Raised to the crystal moon can be heard,
Their sad lonesome cry,
Growing fainter and eerily infrequent,
As man advances on their prairie,
Leaving little hope for more,
Than a future of extinction,
Will anyone mourn the passing of…
The song dog.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
I really like this! I have coyotes come around my place sometimes. :)
Thank you, I do as well and I always feel bad for them. They are small, skinny and its all because we have pushed them out of their natural habitat.
At least you are making people aware of the situation. Keep up the wonderful poems!
I try, thank you very much. :)
I really liked this
Thank you very much. :)
you are so welcome!
Never a fan of Coyotes, but I do love this poetry.
Thank you so much my friend. I don’t know, I see them quite frequently and I’ve never had any trouble with them. I do like them and feel bad that man is encroaching on their territory pushing them out.
I certainly agree with you on that Dom, so much of our wildlife is being forced out of their habitats in the wake of little pink tract houses, make one want to cry!
It really does make one want to cry. Eventually we drive species to extinction when they have no place left to go. Very sad.
We are finding black bear in the neighborhoods here having been forced from the woods, also lured by food left outside, they are put down when they become a nuisance. Tears. Thank you Dom.