The coyotes were crying last night
giving chase to some morsel
too quick to catch,
too small for their appetite.

Their crying went on the whole night long
as they trekked the boundless woods
behind the cabin where I lay awake,
turning in bed like a rotisserie.

Creatures of the night conjoined,
restless mind joining restless paws
in pursuing an aimless chase
while timid sleep ran like a rabbit.