Fake coyote calls split
a moon cracked sky in two.
False ‘Indian’ hoots and drums
stunned sleeping birds –
Why do ‘whites’
insist upon using Indigenous ways,
to make a point?
Coyotes know.
Did they think that she was blind
or that her dreaming body,
a roiling belly
wouldn’t warn her?
Deception is a ruse
to twist and hide from truth
even when La Llarona’s river
becomes a mirror
shivering under
winter solstice flight.
At dawn a flaming
orange glow
bled and pooled,
a lake of fire,
shimmered
before piercing eyes –
(She sees better in low light)
A dark star
rose with thorns
exposing
bruised and broken fruit.
While Coyotes slept
Raven brought the Light.
At least the cookies were real and to your liking !
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