A solemn hue shadows the wall
The leaves outside they swirl, they fall
The barn owl, suddenly stares at the sky
As an icy cold blast of the wind rushes by
The cragged shepherd, he leads the cows into the barn
As the wind like a scavenger, brings danger to the farm
The hens they are nervous and they flutter in fright
As a desperate starved coyote comes forth from the night
He comes from the wastelands barren and bare
The warm scent of chicken and the wind lead him there
The bullet it screams
The hens cackle in terror
The owl deserts the barn
Scarred by the coyotes error
The wounded dog runs, as the wild wind calls
But he runs with a bullet and finally he falls
And out on the wastelands tattered and torn
A coyote is dying as her pups are born
I wonder what she feels
As the wind like a knife
Cuts her thoughts with a scent
That her mates blood is their life.
