Kazbek and the Moon
Once we walked
where night birds swam
in the arms of a great harvest moon.
A coyote trailed us
through blue-white shadows,
while the wings of bats carried a whistling cry
to the shining planets.
I see him standing there, still
beneath the silver smile:
My Kazbek,
Comrade. Shield.
his shoulders standing strong
against the dark mysteries,
folding the bright moon
that restored my soul.
Our little coyote friend
wandered away
that night
and one night too
Kazbek wandered away
Never to be seen again
On the earth
Where he had walked
Loyal, innocent
Powerful, kind
Fierce, gentle
Under another moon
I will see you again
and feel your heart
My Kazbek
Our little coyote friend
wandered away
that night
and one night too
Kazbek wandered away
Never to be seen again
On the earth
Where he had walked
Loyal, innocent
Powerful, kind
Fierce, gentle
Under another moon
I will see you again
and feel your heart
My Kazbek
