Language Dog
Hey, hey Coyote come to my poem!
I am cooking up duck, snake, deer,
and you're called here Coyote!
"Hey, Man have you seen Coyote?"
"Oh yeah. Over up on the hill and down by the creek,
roaming the brush and weaving in dreams. . .
Coyote running through dreamtime
miles and miles all night long.
Coyote worked a new song from all the torn pieces--
He raised up a new song."
"I heard," said Spider. "I heard too," Hawk said.
"Heard him," said Frog and Eagle.
Coyote's song sounded like some of the old ones,
new waters over old rocks.
We seen him with the moon
and some girls, seen all their shadows,
all his women dancing on the rocks like a painting.
Red rock held them all flowing together.
So come to the poem Coyote,
maybe on your way back here?
Ha ha yip yip wooh
meaning something like I might
unless my nose turns me another way.
You want me, watch out for me!
I am always coming around.
Ahh Haiyeee!
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