Coyote
by Ann
Coyote Poem by Peter Blue Cloud
Part of My Big Tail,     Light Limbs,   Made of Sinew and Fur
The Desert Wide and Flat,   Sand and Brush,   Is My Original Home
High on the Ridge,   Low in the Canyon
Traveling Quickly   Searching for Rabbit and Mouse
I Call out to My Brother Across the Landscape
I Cry to My Creator Who Knows My Life
I Have the Way to Be Invisible