August 13, 2009

NIGHT CALLS

In the dark center of the night, coyote calls. Yipping, howling, barks of energetic communion with their pack ... the sound echoes back to me here. I stand under the summer sky, red-tinged Mars overhead, and listen. Tonight, I can hear the pups yipping, too. Imitating their elders in a higher pitch, shorter calls. The whole group is barking at once, like a bunch of Italians after dinner. I feel blessed to hear them, to know they are out there, living wild.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Like a bunch of Italians BARKING after dinner? Hmmmm, am I supposed to be insulted??
Peggy

Gayle said...

HEE! Okay, how about "like a bunch of Italians all talking at once after dinner" ... Better?

Anonymous said...

MUCH better :)

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