The Coyote In The Moonlight
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In the moonlight's
gentle embrace
A trixster roams with stealth and grace,
A creature cunning, wild and free,
The Coyote, a trickster of mystery.
With eyes that gleam like golden fire,
He weaves his tales with sly desire,
In shadows cast by Luna's glow,
The secrets of the night he'll show.
His coat adorned with shades of gray,
A dance of shadows as he plays,
Through meadows vast and moonlit trails,
He leaves behind elusive tales.
In the hush of night, he softly howls,
His voice, a symphony that prowls,
Echoing through the starry night,
Guiding those with hearts alight.
With a mischievous grin upon his snout,
He tiptoes through forests, without a doubt,
The clever Fox, the wily Wolf,
Within his essence, lies the soul aloof.
He teases the moon with gleeful eyes,
As constellations paint the skies,
A puppet master, full of charm,
He weaves enchantment, causing no harm.
With cunning schemes, he takes his chance,
Leading fools in a merry dance,
But in the laughter and the jest,
A hidden wisdom, a riddle's quest.
For the Trixster holds a truth untold,
In the moonlight's magic, strong and bold,
He reminds us to question, to think anew,
To seek the hidden, to see what's true.
So when the moon in the night sky gleams,
And you hear whispers within your dreams,
Remember the Coyote's playful gaze,
And embrace the tricks life artfully plays.
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