Listen, out in the pines -
Do you hear the musicians playing?
COYOTE
My dad told me when he was my age
The coyotes weren't around back then.
But I used to hear them every evening out in the woods
Yipping and hollering in packs of a dozen or more.
I remember how, once, we lost a sheep to them
And he wouldn't let me see.
Later I would read that before 1940,
They were unknown back home, western vagrants.
By the time I left heading east myself
They were long since headed there, too.
Now I see them in their claims in the evening
Here in the city, right on the water.
What were we looking for out here?
Do you think we found it?