Rising with the light of the moon
Slipping from the warmth of his arms
Padding silently across the floor
Eyes catching the moonlight
Glittering and shining in the darkened room
Gliding out of the bedroom,down the hall
Slipping out the front door
Curling up in the chair on the porch
Sleep elusive, filled with thoughts and dreams
The cold crisp air chilling her skin
Steam rising up from each breath inhaled and exhaled
Waiting in the darkness for their call
Far off in the mountains, across the valleys
It comes.... the piercing howl
Calling to her soul, her heart beat quickens
Rising now from the chair,she runs across the porch
Down the stairs and across the cold wet grass
Up the hill, standing there , waiting for them to come
Padding silently through the grasses , they circle her
Raising her arms above her head, slowly swaying her hips
Dancing in the circle, howling with them
She is the Coyote Queen

you created a great picture in my mind

A Queen like no other,,,