The coyotes are howling oddly tonight
Sporadic woes in various
Parts of the field, off tempo
Maybe they know the tone is changed
I’ve been alone for so long
The flow of my sporadic woes
Is off tempo, now that you’re here
I become quiet and wander
But the moon strikes my heart and my chords to let a howl soar
But you’re in the kitchen
So my cries become a muted whisper
And secrets I once shared
Float in the air above me
And I wonder if the moon
Still loves me, now that you’re here

~kb