Lady Mischief…
Lady mischief…
The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near and I love the amber sky and star-lit nights.
He sat alone, good cigar and a Long Island ice tea. A dark hair lady watched him and she went to him. She asked him, jokester Coyote, you look heavy with useless things. Let’s the Raven and the Coyote find some mischief. We don’t need to look behind us forever, we must seek what is in the front of us.
Coyote, my wild coyote. You and I. We are mischief and tomfoolery. We are not doubting Thomas and fearful. Let’s seek strong drink, good song and an egg and bacon breakfast. We need to find the river and I need you to sing the coyote’s song to me. I will sing with you and I want us to be wild, dangerous and demanding. We are not dead yet and the night is long.
He told her, my Raven, my treasure, my dearest friend. I do need your laughter, your joyous voice. Tonight I yearn for things lost. Let’s awake the sleeping city and I need to sing with you tonight. Maybe we can find lost friends, create new songs and create a lullaby of people, who love the mischief of life.
The Raven smiled and she told the Coyote. Tonight the moon is bright and the night is young. I can hear the other coyotes and ravens seeking attention. Maybe we can gather with them. Show the world.
The Jokester and the bird of mischief are alive and well. They have not given-in yet and we are not caged-in yet. Let’s find the river, let’s dance for the moon and let’s tell the stars in the sky. We are not done yet.
Dancing Coyote
Oops: hit wrong key: to continue – actually was, Tony Hillerman, and has left the area. I know there is more out there. Re-reading “The Search For The Skinwalker” (a PhD with another author relate the mysterious goings out out Idaho-way. Will take better notes and report back: title/author(s)/etc. A rather dry relating of the science of trying to catch the uncatchable – and what happened then. Don’t recall how I found the larger-format paperback: possibly in local library discard stack for a dime. Some real treats in those piles.
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John Coyote muses with Coyote and Raven. Not Done Dancing.
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Thank you my friend.
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DeNada – which is untrue. Literally: “of nothing” possibly could be further from The Truth but figuratively is exactly right. ‘Twas my pleasure to fling forward a wonderful work from your (to steal from a far greater poet) “Teeming Brain.” John Dunn(?). Aside from Schubert’s Unfinished, Mom loved to quote “When I have fears that I may cease to be before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain…” (And she was a science scholar in the NYC public system of education on the cusp of The Great Depression. A devastatingly delicious family surrounded her, but that sailor off to his second front of WWII stole her heart in Manhattan and later convinced her squalor in coastal Maryland ws just the place to inoculate our world with three more boys). Got a bit long-of-wind there, John. Every little thing in life can be made adventurous. One trick I swiped from an elementary school science teacher: mark off a square foot (or yard) of yard and cross-hatch it every 1-2-3-(or more inches) and describe – and draw – what you find, animal, plant, what’s apparently inanimate as well – and later we can discuss excavation in each section to see what lies below and speculate on what, why and how. Should keep a kid quiet for, oh, say, six seconds.
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I, too, am not done yet.
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That is good Rich. I need some more adventures and thank you for reading and the comment.
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My pleasure, Johncoyote. Aside from you about the only one out there paying attention to Coyote and Raven other than you – in print anyway – is
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