In the wee hours of the morning, I hear the Coyotes making such a fuss
Yapping, Yelling, and screaming, carrying on like there is no us
They do not care who they wake, as long as they get to keep what they take
Like people getting what they want, yapping Yelling and screaming and they continue to taunt
All over the place they are, I hear them up close and off quite far
One would ask how could they have gone on as they seem
When all they do is keep yapping, yelling and yes… even scream
Reblogged this on DoughPayMe and commented:
I kind of see this as a metaphor so I am reblogging it to my political blog