By Larry B. Reinhold *** March 23, 2023
Frolicking light of green and red and white,
Prancing and leaping and having a ball.
Seems to be moving in rhythm of a distant symphony,
And I hear the yip and howl, the yip and howl of the coyote's call
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Streams of light reaching the Great Bear of the night sky.
High in the sky these northern lights are amazing to all.
And then I listen for the music of the silence,
And the yip and howl, the yip and howl of the coyote's call.
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I follow a beam of polar light over my shoulder.
And seemingly the journey of Orion comes to a stall
And just as an old friend we stop and watch and listen,
To hear the yip and howl, the yip and howl of the coyote's call.
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Again I stand amazed by the drama of Aurora Borealis.
I glance to the west, where the stage was not at all small.
Venus and the Crescent moon play second chair and hear
The yip and howl, the yip and howl of the coyote call.
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I am now feeling the chill of the night as it replaces
The thrill of watching the spectacle from heaven's hall.
I lower my gaze and I turn my back and yet continues the music
The yip and howl, yes the yip and howl of the coyote's call.
