Open Poetry #14 |
Coyote"s Tale (part 2 why he is a trickster) |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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In ages long forgotten, Coyote stood In the center, Treating all who came To great feasts. No longer… Now he cries at night And calls to full moon Looking for all He has lost As he wanders… When the days of ice came, Coyote moved Closer to the people So he could feel The warmth of fire At first he was welcomed By the people, For they had stolen His shadow in days Long past, But, as days passed and Mountains of ice grew On the landscape There was less to share Coyote, now cut off From his old friends by Impassable walls of ice And his promise never To again stand in the center Of all things Had no where To turn for help but His wits So he became the trickster. Stealing in and out of Camps at night to find Bits and parts of what Others left behind Always he cried, His tears adding to the Layers of ice, His wails reminding The people of Their own treachery And they began to despise him. Cunning as he has become, Coyote has lost his true form And is hunted for What he reminds us of. |
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Sunshine
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he is hunted for what he reminds us of.... our own treachery.... Excellent! |
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