Coyotes and Loons

We live in Colorado now. In a small city. In a condominium. Done with the wilds, and the wildlife.
Or are we? Last night there was a band of coyotes gathered outside our window. It sounded like the whole choir was singing for us. Quite lovely, in a feral sort of way. The music carried me back to those nights in Sleeping Moose, when I would slip outside at one or two in the morning to pee beneath the stars. If I was lucky, sailing through the empty dark there would come a call like no other. Ripples of insane laughter sailing upward from the boggy flats. A Loon! My favorite night friend of the woods.

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