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trickster of the gods

 
In the woods
when the darkness
turns quiet,
Somewhere near
and far away,
I hear the coyote
singing.

I never
tire of their song.
Pishashee
Written by Pishashee
Published
Author's Note
There's no vitality
without antagonism. The coyote; we blame things on, such as throwing thier voice; the devil in the darkness. Coyote is what legends are made of.
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