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