“Once, long, long ago,
Before we two leggeds walked the Earth,
There were no stars in the night sky,
And there was no moon.
So Coyote went to the Great Spirit,
To ask for His assistance.
He was touched by Coyote’s request,
And He created the stars and the moon,
Allowing Coyote, to now hunt at night.”
From A Native American Story
I see him when I wander at night
Out there, crying up to the moon
And his song, it touches my heart
It’s such a sad and mournful tune
Today, we trap and we poison his kind
We humans also hold ‘Kill Coyote Derbies’
Once, so very long ago, Earth belonged to him
I wonder if he remembers through ancient memory
We have also now killed off most of his natural prey
So today, he is forced to hunt our pets, to feed his family
I know he’d much rather return to the days of his ancestors
When his kind could roam wherever they wanted to, so free
Some nights, he will even follow my dogs and I, as we walk about
On those nights, I always wish that there was something I could do
Whenever I hear this hungry and all alone Coyote, howling in the night
I sadly feel like howling along with him, and it always gives me the blues
Full Moon returns this Saturday,
And I know I will hear him howling;
What the Great Spirit gave to the Earth,
Mankind no longer appreciates these things.
I see him when I wander at night,
Out there, crying up to the moon;
And his song, it touches my heart,
It’s such a sad and mournful tune.
©2010, Mr. Ed
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