Member Poem

Glowing by the moonlight pallor
  Are the circles of coyote eyes
Hovering above ground - pair by pair -
  Wandering like restless sprights
Seeking for one who's lost their way.

Their banter touches my heartbeat;
  My stunted breath rolls out - and I -
I'm glad for their roving company
  Near my small chasm where I hide -
But not lost - just gone astray.