my dear, howling at the moon

[rjgrady]

I hear coyotes singing deep into the night,
in the hills that are near,
"Feliz navidad, feliz navidad.
A good Christmas to you,
and to yours,
and to mine."
Cold in the moonlight,
diamonds in dark blue,
"Where are your cubs, dear?
"Where are you going?"
I know the way, friend.
And good night to you.
And good night to yours.
The night would be quiet, except that you howl.
So thank you, and good night.
I hear you, I hear you.
Though you
do not know what I do,
I know you are keeping the peace, my dear.
I know you are out there,
together alone.
So good seasons to you,
and to yours.
And now I go
to stay warm with mine.