1.16.2011
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1.08.2011
silent winter
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.
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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