Somewhere in the near darkness I hear the coyotes;
yipping, the sound of babies crying, and howling.
Like a blind man in unfamiliar territory
I grope my way to the front door
and open it to the cold night in the moon glow.
Awooooooo! I call.
Awooooooo!
Haughty silence greets me.
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‘Awooooooo’ for this beautiful poem, Russ! 🙂
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“human!” they said – always trying to imitate us. Silly ones!
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What a poem! May us upstart humans always be greeted by haughty silence,
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Only if we continue to fool around. If we are making our best effort, hopefully we will get some help! 🙂
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