The coyotes
\ncelebrated New Year’s Eve
\ndown by
\nthe frozen lake.<\/p>\n
Their singing
\nat midnight
\nwoke us
\nfrom a deep sleep
\nsnug in our tent
\npiled high
\nwith bags, blankets, and clothes.<\/p>\n
I’ve never heard
\nso devilish a song
\nso demented an
\nAuld Lang Syne.<\/p>\n
Just when you feared
\nthey might devour us,<\/p>\n
the coyotes drove off Listen to Cold Lang Syne<\/a> (28 seconds)<\/p>\n Of course, there’s a story to go with this…..<\/p>\n It was 12\/31\/94. We drove from Albuquerque to San Francisco to visit my brother and sister-in-law. Little did we realize that every federal property would be closed by the Gingrinch that stole Xmas during the first Shutdown.<\/p>\n We drove across the Sierras for the first time, convertible top down, newly patched radiator, heater full blast, snow 6 feet deep on either side of the road. That night we camped in a closed campground in sight of a ski resort across a beautiful lake. We built a nest of clothes, etc. And the coyotes did wake us. Too cold to get paper and pen, I repeated a line over and over in my head, hoping to recall it the next day. mjh<\/span><\/p>\n My Virtual Chapbook<\/a> (table of contents)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The coyotes celebrated New Year’s Eve down by the frozen lake. Their singing at midnight woke us from a deep sleep snug in our tent piled high with bags, blankets, and clothes. I’ve never heard so devilish a song so demented an Auld Lang Syne. Just when you feared they might devour us, the coyotes … Continue reading Cold Lang Syne<\/span>
\nin their red minivan
\nwith the bumper sticker that read
\n“Eat More Sheep” mjh<\/span><\/p>\n
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