The snow slips lowly
Down the mountainside
Driving the animals
Further afield to hunt
They cry across the desert floor
Competing with the wind
Chasing invisible prey
Across the barren ground
The sudden chill of winter
Late into the season
Torments coyote cubs
Newly born
Beneath the February nights
Far and wide
They roam
Until they own the land
Once more – Caroline A. Slee