Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked west
through high desert country.
He walked with a special gait. He did not
leave footprints.
Coyote was looking for something that wasn't
obvious.
He was looking for that which does not cast
shadows.
Ol' Coyote moved gracefully.
There was a drop of perspiration on Coyote's
forehead.
Two Ravens watched the landscape from a
high desert butte.
Rattlesnake slept.
In the distance, near the San Francisco peaks,
it thundered with lightning and rain -- heavy
rain -- soon, Coyote feels the landscape
tremble as flash floods make their way to the
desert floor.
A solitary Eagle soared over Flagstaff.
Two old hippies watched that Eagle from
a street corner near Arizona State
University.
Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked west
through high desert country.
He was looking for that which does not
cast shadows.
I leave it to your imagination. . . .
Rattlesnake stirs.
The Ravens fly to the San Francisco peaks.
The two old hippies smoke dope near Arizona
State University.
Many rivers of water flow onto the desert
floor.
Ol' Coyote walked west through high desert
country.
All the best,
LaurieC
