Howling

I went out walking in the desert, under a sky of pinks and blues. With red rocks surrounding me. I saw a rattler slither by.

I heard the coyotes howling at the moon. And I thought of all of the nonsense in my head. Then, in the middle of nowhere, I howled with them too.

The only ones that listened were the coyotes, and the moon that blue.

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