We read the words within the stars <br /> above the blackest lines. <br />You start the song; I follow through, <br /> while She, She sets the bars. <br /> <br />Her head is raised in ecstasy; <br /> we turn to harmonize. <br />I pause, then yip admiring praise, <br /> glissandos revealed to me. <br /> <br />You trill the longest melody; <br /> she ornaments with ease. <br />I raise my tail to emphasize <br /> our glorious cacophony. <br /> <br />This deep expression of the soul, <br /> a madrigal of sounds, <br />is sent into the universe – <br /> respectful, grounded, whole.<br /><br />Anne Morin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-coyotes/
