Ooh...I agree with montucky!!! I guess I'm not supposed to like coyotes..but I do! I think they represent survival and feel that their howl is their message. Love this...
Kitchen table ... late night lonely ... there is nothing more devastating ... one of my favorite songs ever ... "...and the dawn don't rescue me no more..." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zu7Ebb4Wy58
Ah, yes, the unspoken element: the distant sound of a Carveresque radio playing that song ... poignancy defines The Band. Thank you for the link... and for your thoughtful comment.
Sometimes when we hear the coyotes at night (as we often do) morning indeed comes slowly, as I worry restlessly about our goat kids and what I might find in our pasture once its light. If I didn't have them I might feel differently about the sounds of coyotes at night, but here the sounds are ominous.
The image you matched with the poem is powerful for me. I know that sight: a single room lit, a man at a table, sipping his coffee and pondering the day; waiting for dawn.
Good Morning, Bill. I can certainly understand your feelings ... all those little beings in your care and the predators that create your unease. I don't know if I'd ever sleep. Life has its cruelties, as we perceive them, and I would struggle with them mightily, as I'm sure you do, too.
Thank you for commenting on the image. It's a Japanese woodblock print but I couldn't find attribution for it.
Sometimes , when I listen to the night, I am beyond moved by all the wonderful sounds and the sense of orchestration to the universe. Quite an arrangement... Thanks, WildBill
When the coyotes are singing morning should always come slowly.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that thought, Montucky...
DeleteOoh...I agree with montucky!!! I guess I'm not supposed to like coyotes..but I do! I think they represent survival and feel that their howl is their message. Love this...
ReplyDeleteI love coyotes. That time in the title is the exact time they started signing...
DeleteThat should be singing... although signing would do, too... :)
DeleteKitchen table ... late night lonely ... there is nothing more devastating ... one of my favorite songs ever ... "...and the dawn don't rescue me no more..." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zu7Ebb4Wy58
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the unspoken element: the distant sound of a Carveresque radio playing that song ... poignancy defines The Band. Thank you for the link... and for your thoughtful comment.
DeleteSometimes when we hear the coyotes at night (as we often do) morning indeed comes slowly, as I worry restlessly about our goat kids and what I might find in our pasture once its light. If I didn't have them I might feel differently about the sounds of coyotes at night, but here the sounds are ominous.
ReplyDeleteThe image you matched with the poem is powerful for me. I know that sight: a single room lit, a man at a table, sipping his coffee and pondering the day; waiting for dawn.
Good Morning, Bill. I can certainly understand your feelings ... all those little beings in your care and the predators that create your unease. I don't know if I'd ever sleep. Life has its cruelties, as we perceive them, and I would struggle with them mightily, as I'm sure you do, too.
DeleteThank you for commenting on the image. It's a Japanese woodblock print but I couldn't find attribution for it.
The sweetest music; night, peepers and tree frogs, coyotes or wolves in the distance, an owl keeping rhythm.
ReplyDeleteSometimes , when I listen to the night, I am beyond moved by all the wonderful sounds and the sense of orchestration to the universe. Quite an arrangement... Thanks, WildBill
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