The Lone Coyote’s Cry: A Voice of Resilience in the Wild

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

In the stillness, where the night winds sigh,

A lone coyote calls to the stars on high.

With a voice like thunder, wild and free,

Echoes of strength float through the prairie sea.

Beneath the vastness, shadows stretch and creep,

As the moon casts silver on hills so steep.

Through sagebrush whispers and rustling leaves,

Resilience dances, a tale that weaves.

In the heart of darkness, each howl finds its way,

Unfolding the stories of pain and play.

Like a worn-out sage with weathered pride,

The coyote™s cry reflects the old, wild ride.

As dawn breaks gently, washing hills in gold,

The spirit of courage in every heart bold.

For when the lone coyote sings her plight,

We find our own strength beneath the soft light.