The coyotes are crying tonight.
From across the creek
Their wild howls
Rise in the trees,
Drift over rooftops
Through open windows.
Not far from our lawns and driveways
Lies an ancient world,
Of drought, hunger, fire and flood.
Of open range and primal forest.
The coyotes are watching
To reclaim it.
©2018 by Eileen Curran-Kondrad
A life-long educator, Eileen is now adjunct faculty in the English Department at Plymouth State University, Plymouth, New Hampshire. She and her husband live in New Hampton, New Hampshire.