It was a clear night with a bright moon
There were several hours before daylight being nowhere soon
A little baby Coyote loss in the woods
It was alone in where it stood
The baby Coyote was searching for food
It was any kind of food in order to survive
It had no choice in being its strive
The woods were nothing but endless trees
Moments on end, there would be a passing breeze
Yet the baby Coyote had wolf eyes
It had very keen steps
It was the eye on the prey in being well kept
This was the secret of attack
The prey had no time to think and step back
The motion like a movie reel
But it was the baby Coyote maneuvering in survival being for real
Finally the little Coyote went back to the woods to fall asleep
It was dreaming in its own way my soul to keep
The poor little Coyote alone
Yet having survival skills that was shown
The message being, “You can’t keep a Coyote down”.