The Hunters

Coyotes running through the dark,

Under cover of night, a nightmare pack

Their haunting cries spark

A flame–a flame of fear stark

Against the playground of your mind.

Those hunters, run hunted

From other things in the night

Their howling represents ancient anxieties of things long shunned

Anxiety, anxiety . . . Terror . . . Fright.

Coyotes fleeing into the night.