"Cold Desert Night"

Somewhere
out in the cold desert night-
A lone Coyote calls out,
breaking the still of the early morning twilight.
My breath visable and stale,

I hold it in for a moment in silence, listening,


before I finally exhale.
His cry unanswered, yet can be heard for miles away,
His sad song of solutude
keeping the unknown at bay.
A sudden chill moves through my bones,
causing me to shiver.
The moon shines bright on the desert floor,
the coyote repeats his cry,
and is answered with a distant howl.
Seems we're not alone anymore.
The cold desert night is full of somber solitude,
and yet, it' s full of nocturnal life.
The chill of the early morning gets to me,
so I say 'good night' to the coyote and
'good morning' to the moon.
Then return to the warmth of my bed,

and to the waiting arms of my wife.


cKs.