Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

Coyotes

I hear coyotes on the hill
baying the moon.  You are asleep.
I wonder what your dreams would tell
if they spoke now.  I touch your hair
tumbled on your pillow.  The sweep
of moonlight touches your knees.  The spare
harmony of the coyote songs
infiltrates your dreams.  You turn,
restless.  The moonlight takes the chair
beside the bed to shield you from wrongs
the night might perpetrate.  I yearn
to wrap my arms around you.  The moon
forbids me break your sleep.  So warned,
I kiss your ear and quietly yawn.

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