they came today
and shot the coyotes.
the loud popping of the guns
right outside the house
at eight o'clock
in the morning
was a shock.
I listened to them bark every night
their wild free hearts sang to mine.
Tonight, two small yelps and one in the distance
burn through me like ice
and I cannot help but weep
now there will be no song.
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