shadows deepen in
the last rays of sun
birds fly across pink clouds
and the echo of their wings
lingers on
coyote watches the Sundance
Navajo wind talkers
pray to the earth for healing
and to the sky
for rain
wind blows at twilight
storm clouds gather
great spirit speaks
with thunder and lightning
to the earth below
coyote hides in the shadows
beneath cottonwood and sage
crickets in the nighttime
fade like the memories
of yesterday
he flies with the eagle
watching everything
he sees
he waits in
the willow
under cottonwood trees
for moonrise
full moon rises and his shadow appears
like a spotlight onstage
coyote cries his last cry
and then he's gone
like a ghost in the night
footprints appear in the snow
even before he takes the first step
morning comes and the ground is wet
leaving only the footprints
of a ghost
-Paresh