Who's Howling? Yowling Or is it growling? On a cold moonlit night All animals out of sight. The piercing howls Of a group, or Troop of travelers, Wolves? No! This pitch, not that low, Dogs? Not a real bark. Hark! Listen. Communicating coyotes. Lisa dC-Koski |
From the February 2006 Finger Lakes Finns Newsletter
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