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Travel Journal Entry #8

The night before we arrive at the Hermitage, we listen to the evening fall, and I hear a haunting song………………..

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I am watching you

from the high grass,

from under your house,

I have roamed the deserts and plains,

your streets and yards,

I was here before you

and will outlast you all.,

I am a nurturing mother,

a faithful lover

that sings to the heavens,

You could not kill me

even when I killed your cats,

I blend into your world,

transforming, confounding,

I cast the stars into space,

and stole fire from the gods,

I am the Trickster,

I am the Avatar of the creative spirit,

you cannot close me in,

I am Coyote.

Poem and Image: Lori Gloyd (c) May 7, 2006