Winter Hills

Coyotes run in Winter hills
Scouring valleys for hungry kills,
Tails blaze in the unpacked snow
Tunneling with a merciless glow
Through the frozen cold,
There's murder in the mountains,
Murder in peaceful vale,
Murder unremembered in evening tale,
What dread fangs, what unblinking eyes,
In early morning’s gray light
In frenzied murderous delight
Chased down the calf’s new born life,
Ripped and tore moist tender fur licked warm by caring dam,
Spraying terror red upon the drifted white land,
Now the plaintive bleating,
Now heart hopelessly beating,
Now in lonely field is death,
Now no more the innocent's breath,
Only slaked satisfaction’s howl
Stalks up high hills and nestled hollow,
The forbidding ridges to haunt and prowl.