mica dogs

Several nights now I have been hearing the coyotes and their offspring, calling, rehearsing their songs. They are calling now.  I say they are in fine voice, well full of bliss.  I have no care that they are not wolves.  I have seen my coyotes, glimpsed ghostlike and shimmery.  They are true wild dogs.  I have thrilled to the calls of wolves.  I thrill to the song of these dogs now.  Even in this most trying time... they make my heart soar.