Since those wild urban coyotes brought me out of dream last night, here was another poem i wrote in response, sleepily, on my napkin, as their eerie response to sirens in a vacant city, felt like a good metaphor for our times-such longing, but still responsive to our distress calls at night:

the wild coyotes in my backyard tonight
are yelping again at our empty citied sirens
responding to our distress calls, they awaken us again into
the night we are actually in. Perhaps,
teaching us to pray, in their own longingly authentic way.
Or at least, they teach us-how to yelp well in response to night.