Softly toe walking he climbs from between the low arches
of cathedral spirals of earth tones aching beauty
in the Gulch, Escalante River canyon which he calls home
to walk across natures most magnificent natural bridge
to the sky he howls in the winter of his matured year
sending out his doleful wail, with coyote's quiver of voice
Welcoming all females for they are most  ardently desired
just follow the sound of my siren lure, a true song of the west
contrasting in a raised and lowered keening he warns all males
answer so we have not unwanted conflict of territorial terrain
more handsome was he then most of his breed
Light tan with black tip tail which he kept well- groomed
the answer came on the wind, a volley of loud yelps
a call of celebration, then a howl saying I am, here I am here
she was a real mountain beauty with long silky dark thick fur
her sweet under carriage was white with lovely white tip of tail
she had traveled far for the winter had been hard and food scares
many had sang their song of love to her but it was his that touched her being
seeking out her lover of desert song, they meet in the cold moon light
this pair of wild contrasting beauty, sang a duet of unharmony to the wind
sealing their mating vows for all the world to hear and see