One yip begets a howling
The coyote pack announces itself and its strength
Each member joining in the chorus
Two other packs add their voices to the songs
A triangulation of wild canine echoes
Surrounding me without regard to my reason
For a predawn excursion
I estimate the distance of the packs from me
Calculating the risk of staying
In their territory, in their time
The coyotes and I share a secret:
The moon is always full
The moon is always full
NaPoWriMo Day 3
It's a long story ... 
I love listening to the coyotes out here. Usually all the dogs shut up if they sound close. I’m like you, though, always wondering just how close are they?
And I wonder just how close some may be that aren’t howling.