“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. 

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