Midnight Wailing
Shortly after the clock struck twelve, as I was sprawled in bed...
awake and melancholy...tired eyes red-rimmed and burning...coyotes began to wail. Their mournful chorus pierced the dark. Their throats merged to one and ascended to Heaven in ghostly serenade to their gods of night. Their cries, their needs, echoed far in the distance.
awake and melancholy...tired eyes red-rimmed and burning...coyotes began to wail. Their mournful chorus pierced the dark. Their throats merged to one and ascended to Heaven in ghostly serenade to their gods of night. Their cries, their needs, echoed far in the distance.
Would that I could join them.
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Gratuitous non-sequitor: My shadow looks a heck of a lot better than I do. Sigh.
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Gratuitous non-sequitor: My shadow looks a heck of a lot better than I do. Sigh.
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posted by Jonas | 7/25/2008 12:21:00 AM
11 Comments:
Me too :)
That's lovely.
I'm sorry that you're feeling this pain. If I could sit with you and comfort you in some way, I would.
Thank you, Ms. Chatelaine.
It's not that I needed comforting, Anna (although any time a human being offers comfort to another is a blessing). It was the surreality of the moment...the timing. I had not heard coyotes howling, wailing, yelping and singing at any other time this past year. Yet, this night, the night air was filled with their cries.
Some phenomena simply cannot be explained.
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats."
Don't worry Jonas, your not the only one who consoles themself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. Or in this case, coyotes.
I can hear them wailing too. . .
Yes, Jay, I (and many others) have always found "Peace in Wild Things":
http://tinyurl.com/5kkq3g
Ah, Brenda, you're always a sip of soothing water...
thank you
Of late, I think that I do join this mournful sound, if not out loud, within my heart...
All God's creatures have to express themselves in their times of lonliness.
Why not join in?
I love to listen to the coyotes howling.. it's peaceful [except when they get a wild turkey] yet chilling... Even makes the hairs on my arms stand at attention at times. With the winery and vineyards across the way the population of howlers has grown to huge numbers.
I know the feeling. Hope there's a little more light in your future.
When I hear little kids crying in the street I feel like joining in too. I imagine it must be freeing to just let loose any time you want. I have never heard a coyote cry but I think it must be quite plaintive.
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