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Specters from the wild deep
Coyotes run the edge of night
Fur standing on the
Knuckles the their spines
In packs they sound
Neither bark nor howl
But primal cur speak
As if their dens and hollows
Were calling to the moon.

Copyright © 2015Gayle Madison

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