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.