Laughing Latrans Lament World-maker and star-scatterer, Old Man Coyote sits on the bluff. The party below him Is singing all night Until the morning paints the sky. No dancing or singing amidst the rocks, For Trickster sits outside the circle. He's been there once, Rejected twice, And now the bright night is his bride. Like fleas and sand within his coat The ironies flock to Coyote-Maker: If all tricks fail Then who are we Who dance through the world Coyote Howled? copyright 20 April 2001 by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw, Olive Branch, MS