THE COYOTE - poem by Charles Badger Clark, music by Stewart Hendrickson (2009)
Sung by Stewart Hendrickson. SheetMusic(pdf)

Trailing the last gleam after,
In the valleys emptied of light,
Ripples a whimsical laughter
Under the wings of the night.
Mocking the faded west airily,
Meeting the little bats merrily,
Over the mesas it shrills
To the red moon on the hills.  

Mournfully rising and waning,
Far through the moon-silvered land
Wails a weird voice of complaining
Over the thorns and the sand.
Out of blue silences eerily,
On to the black mountains wearily,
Till the dim desert is crossed,
Wanders the cry, and is lost.  

Here by the fire's ruddy streamers,
Tired with our hopes and our fears,
We inarticulate dreamers
Hark to the song of our years.
Up to the brooding divinity
Far in that sparkling infinity
Cry our despair and delight,
Voice of the Western night!

Badger Clark - Coyote, in "Grass Grown Trails," included in "Sun and Saddle Leather," 1952 edition, pp. 107-108, Chapman & Grimes, Boston.

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