Coyote

 

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COYOTE
Words by Deke Weaver
Music by Mark Growden

Snow’s deep. Blood in my teeth
She’s gone
Wind packs a drift at my back
My paws split, they crack
She’s gone
If I had stepped right, kept her in sight
We’d trot across the lake
I should have smelled cold steel
She’s gone

Dark sky. Snow’s muzzle high
She’s gone
Trap jaw bites into her paw
Sharp ice broke her fall
She’s gone
If I had chewed quick, broken and ripped
Three legs she’d have today
I should have smelled cold steel
She’s gone

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