Feral
Moonlight leaks through the curtains.
I lie awake, listen to coyote songs
circle and connect, stitching together
the night’s raw edges.
Each time I hear their howls
my bone marrow sings.
What’s muzzled in me lifts.
I seem silent and still,
yet my pulse races through the trees.
Laura Grace Weldon
Originally written for the Peace Postcard Project, published in Shot Glass Journal. Find more poems in my collection, Tending.
Laura Grace Weldon 
I love this…..
Sent from my iPhone
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Thank you Nancy. I’m crazily excited that your comment has let me discover your site. Off to nourish myself with your art.
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It’s woefully out of date. Soon to be rectified! Thank you! I sent your inspirational words to Lauren also.
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I don’t seem to be able to comment but, as always, love your work.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful.
It’s a gift to find your poetry in my inbox. 🙂
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Bless you Stephanie.
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I ditto that – you are a priceless gift to my inbox! xox
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This is wonderful 🙂
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