A Poem On Coyotes Cry And Cry

"Rabbits come out of the brush to sit on the sand in the evening, and the damp flats are covered with the night tracks of 'coons', and with the spread pads of dogs from the ranches, and with the split-wedge tracks of the deer come to drink in  dark."(1)

The Sun Ranch is located in Gravelly Range,South-west Montanna. This Ranch lies three thousand meters above sea level and stretches until the alluring Beaverhead River,which provides gratifying views for the eye,especially the picturesque sight of the sunset from the highest ridge of the Gravelly Range; that turns an eddy of red,orange and ocher before the sun finally disappears into the duskiness of the night.The glimpse of those tinges gushing across the Gravellies glimmering the small towns near the Twin Bridge gives you tremendous contentedness .

The hot, arid air burned into my soul as millions of needles pricked my delicate skin. Beads of sweat coursed down my face as I turned towards the window facing the barren desert surrounding me. My family and I were on an ever sought vacation to the Grand Canyon, yet we had to drive from New York to Arizona and I radiated impatience throughout the journey. Walls of heat shrouded me as I gasped for air, yet my efforts were fruitless, swallowing nothing but fire. As my lungs collapsed, I looked out the window and into the heart of the looming sun, taunting me from afar. Suddenly, my eyes gave out and sweat and tears engulfed them till they took their true form. A forest blanketed with soft and gleaming snow, blemished by the phrase: “Only 10 more minutes.” However, I was awakened from my revery by a vehement cry as I gazed into the eyes of tattered vultures, of every discrepancy, with an unforgettably shrill voice. “Who dares enter our land!” they screeched dissonantly. Trembling, my eyes flashed over the sun and I was standing in a perpetual desert, with vulture's eyes glued to me. I froze with fear, though the sun baked my skin.

All of a sudden, Marty’s ears perked at the sound a twig snapping. ‘Somebody must be hiking the trails,’ I thought. The horse underneath me stayed very alert and stiff, and I assumed something was wrong. He could hear and see more than I, so if he thought something was wrong, there was something wrong. I cued him to pick up his gait when out of the corner of my eye I saw a single coyote passing through the trees. He didn’t seem to take an interest in us, but it still made me uneasy. Trotting now, I looked over and saw the coyote had multiplied. There was a whole pack of them now, following adjacent to us within the trees. I kicked Martyuntil I knew he was running as fast as he could, me barely holding on, perched on his back. The coyotes ran too, not because they were after us, but because we had spooked them. Taking a chance to get chased by coyotes was not on my agenda, so we kept our pace and ran through the field, over the hill, and right into the pond. Marty hit the water and came to a screeching halt. We were safe. He dropped his neck and drank from the pond while we both stood there panting. That moment gave me the bond I share with that horse, and forever and ever I will know that we will always keep each other

The two burros stood glaring at one another, and then they pawed the earth, and charged. I heard the sound of the impact and they arced in the air like colliding locomotives, their loud, echoing blasts resounding across the canyons, and they bit at one another in a most vicious manner, which resulted in bloody lacerations about their bodies,––then abruptly they stopped their combat and began grazing; and all was peaceful. The Jennies, close by, some accompanied by nursing yearlings, and older burros, regarded the two battling males with what appeared to me as casual regard; then the black one trotted over to the herd, and mounted one of the Jennies; and the entire herd let out a combined burro chant and charged as one, down the slope in my direction, the coupled pair leading the way! There I stood in awe, camera with telescope lens dangling at my side. I looked around for a route of escape, or some kind of protection, and thought of running to my Jeep, but it was too far away, and the slope was barren of tree or boulder; I was trapped, doomed to be trampled to death by a raging herd of wild burros. Then suddenly, as if on command, the charging herd split and stormed by me in a thundering roar of dust and dirt, and disappeared down a draw; and all was silent as though they had not been there, and what I had experienced but a dream.

The night coats the air with darkness as we arrive. The only light is the warm glow of the headlights piercing through the thick blanket of the night, and the moon gazing down upon us. Click, our headlamps go on. We hop out the car, as a rush of whipping wind engulfs my face. The cold night air flows through the stitching of my clothes stealing the warmth from my body and sending chills down my spine. My friend and I search to find a campsite, like dogs searching for a buried bone. Walking, I can feel the crisp grit of sand shifting beneath my feet and hear the wind flowing like a river through the trees. Down the worn path, we hang our hammocks and start to gather firewood. Sounds of machetes striking branches fill the woods echoing

One day, I was walking home after a hard day studying for the math exam. The sun had gone to sleep and the moon took his place as the darkness surrounded me. The night, it surrounded everything, ate anything stay in its way, it would never hold back and demolish everything. It was frosty as I was locked in a fridge. The street was quiet and derelict, the way that the glow the streetlight glow was eerie,

“Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions.” (Primo Levi). In Elie Wiesel's critically acclaimed novel night, Elie’s journey drags him through terrors that could only have been seen to believe, causing memories that he could never erase. Elie uses the motif “night” to portray his memories, emotions, and faith, to emphasize his hellish experience.

The air felt ominous. The clouds were brewing. A storm was coming. The sunlight that once shunned evil was engulfed by darkness. Crows encircled the sky as they engulfed their craws with it. I was called for dinner. I lifted my head to find a fraction of sunlight caress my forehead. Its strength fades away as the day quickly becomes night. Again, I was called for dinner.

She leaned back on her hands, tilting her face up to the sky and closing her eyes. A sudden scream broke the silence, and Catherine’s head snapped forward in response. As she vaulted herself off the rock and ran towards the sound, a second scream rang out. Catherine barreled through the underbrush to find Amy a dozen yards away with her back to a tree. There was a jagged tear in the flesh of her outer thigh, just below the hem of her tan shorts. Even with the distance, Catherine could see the muscle of Amy’s leg where there should have been skin. In a semi-circle around the other woman stood three coyotes, hackles raised and bottle-brush tails sticking out straight. The biggest had blood on its

When the night comes, it makes people feel cold, scared and lonely. The poem Night is from the oldest book Rig Veda of the Indo-Aryans, this book have thousands of years history. The poem Night was talked about the goddess Night brings peace, security, and light to Indo-Aryans. The author of write this poem was trying to showed us how respect the goddess Night from the Indo-Aryans, and the author also given the information and how the goddess important to the Indo-Aryans.

It was a dark and dreary day near the Small’s ranch in California and Lennie knew that it was only a matter of time before the tears from the sky coated the land. The ominous cluster of clouds moved dauntingly slow across gloomy sky and the faint sunlight hidden by the clouds helped to cast an eerie shadow across the land. The only sound to be heard throughout the ranch was the bell on Chester, their dog, whenever he decided to move to a different place on the porch. It seemed almost as if they sounds of every animal was silenced whenever they rumble of thunder rolled throughout the hills or they flashes of lightening blanketed the skies. Lennie smiled to himself as he placed the last piece of folded clothing away in a small trunk near

The hot, arid air burned into my soul as I faced the barren desert surrounding me. My family and I were on a long-awaited vacation to the Grand Canyon, yet we had to drive over 15 hours - I radiated impatience throughout the journey. Walls of heat shrouded me as I gasped for air - my efforts were fruitless, however, swallowing nothing but fire. As the fire in my lungs grew, I looked out the window and into the looming suns heart. Suddenly, my eyes collapsed and tears engulfed them till they took their true form; a forest blanketed with soft, gleaming snow. However, I was evoked from my reverie by a vehement cry and I was staring into the eyes of tattered vultures, of every discrepancy, who recited a prophecy only I could hear.

Grass kisses me as I walk. It is soft and gentle. Wind blows the smoke away from me. The trees knew to give me the exact amount of shade I desire. They even blow away from me so I’m in the sun when I want it, without me even asking for it. I am the queen of the Pasture. Everything did exactly as I wanted. Every force of nature bowed down to me and did my bidding. Nothing could hurt me. Coyotes gave me all the space I could ever dream of having. The fire calmed for me when I was too warm. The night welcomed me with open, loving arms. It refused to harm me, or let anything else do so. Stars greeted me with their gorgeous twinkling. They shimmered on me, like spotlights. I was the center of the world as long as I remained inside the fence.

The mountains gulped the animals. The winds overwhelmed them. Coyote halted the mountains, ceased the winds, and saved the animals. One winter, after North Wind had murdered many individuals, Coyote made a law for him: "From now on you can execute just the individuals who ridicule you." Everywhere Coyote went, he improved the world for the creature individuals and better for the people yet to be made. When he had completed his work, he realized that the time had come to meet the Creator once more. Coyote believed that he had been great, that he would be the one to make the primary individual. Be that as it may, he was mixed up. He felt that he had as much power as the Creator. So he attempted, a moment time, to change the laws of the Great Chief Above. "Some other animal will