The Howl

“A fox came out on a chilly night he prayed for the moon to give him light for he’d many a mile to go that night…”

That popped into my head as I heard¬†the coyote’s haunting chorus of rage and joy at the moon. It seems like the coyotes are in love with the moon. They never leave her. Every night when she appears they howl at her, their joys and woes. It’s a truly beautifully simple relationship.¬†

Published by Maggie Kuhn

Roman Catholic TBI survivor, florist, ebook author, inspired to encourage others through my writing. -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars.

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