Coyotes

Coyotes cry at the cold
Camped in the field yonder
Making cameo appearances
On the icy roads at night
Their startled silhouettes
Clipped into the black.

In the daylight hours
Hunched and cunning
In the cream color of yellow
Grass and the snow
Blended together in your eyes,
They're part of calm and peace.

But their screams are all around
At night when they carry off
The whiff of your maturity and reason,
And you shiver wondering if it's
Because you forgot your cap or
Maybe a crowd of coyotes about you

Out of sight, cramping with chill and fright,
In that dark of only stars a-light.