Coyote
There's a coyote outside my window
in my dreams. She howls all night
at the midnight moon blue and creamy.
She sings and stutters
with a flamenco heartbeat
and warns me of the wiles
of beautiful women.
At dawn she lays at the foot of my bed
waiting for me to wake,
looking at my face with wishful, longing eyes.
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