Brandon McConnell

Coyotes - Poem by Brandon McConnell

Triplet coyotes
From the day of their birth
Desired the moon
And all it was worth

Providing them light
So at night they could see
Any dangers ahead
And be able to flee

All three loved the moon
And each soon decided
Too precious to share
Was the light it provided

The coyote first born
Snuck into night
And sang to the moon
With all of his might

Assured by the usual
Glimmer it gave
He felt quite accomplished
And returned to the cave

The youngest coyote
The next night awoke
And danced for the moon
As he quietly spoke

His sweet words of love
Were followed by light
The moon clearly pleased
So he called it a night

The last coyote
Woke up from a dream
Of the peaceful moon
And its wonderful gleam

He walked outside
And sat on the ground
Gazed up at the moon
Its beauty profound

All three coyotes
Thought it had ended
They'd won the battle
Performances splendid

That next night they waited
The moon did not show
They stayed there for hours
Then decided to go

All day they bonded
Coyotes of three
And again that night
The moon, they could see

Each one pondered
Where it had been
But it didn't matter
They would not fight again

They learned to appreciate
More things in life
Than a brilliant moon
That would just cause them strife

So together they sat
Those brothers of three
Under an Oak Tree
Bonded and free

Comments about Coyotes by Brandon McConnell

  • Silver Star - 3,854 Points Susan Lacovara (5/18/2014 8:50:00 AM)

    Drawn to the light of your poem..I write often of my love for the moon's lure. I believe it helps me to remember to always look UP! And on a lighter note...My nickname IS Coyote Sue. PEACE to You, under the beautiful moon. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 337 Points Dee Corpolongo (9/7/2012 6:50:00 AM)

    Another fantastic poem. Though I do love the moon,
    you are so correct about the strife it brings. You write
    many good poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011

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