Singing the sun down, Coyote emerged from
Grandmother Pinon Tree.
She stopped, turned her head and looked into me.
Like a friend who had been found
I bowed to her wild wisdom, innate beauty and silent
She began walking slowly down the cattle path with
As she glanced back, I bowed again.
Raven watched quietly from the high cedar branch
Then flew ahead as the sun bowed and went behind