by Thomas Griffin
The night before the August blue moon
howling with coyotes on Putney Mtn
warning barks of dogs
alarmed someone entered their
tethered territory, wailing
past the yipping
coyotes in the Brookline valley below
eight off-key crooners
concatenations of
lament, ballyhoo, query.
Who are you lone brother
why are you not with us?
the final howler in
thiscavesleeping bag under stars
naked, cadging
the coyotes to come
their yellow eyes
stinky breathon my skin
among old friends
as before we were born.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing