There is a good time when
there's no lid on a good
and full trash can.
I'm a lonesome coyote.
I lost my hunting ground.
I hunt all through the trash cans
in this town.
My mate is nowhere around.
She can't find a private hole in the ground.
My heart is broken.
Someone has taken my hunting ground.
I can't live the way I was born.
I lost my mate,
I might as well be dead.
I may roam the rest of
my life in the alleys of this town.
I may never find
for me a hole in the ground.
My life, my culture and my soul,
are being tortured, traded and sold.
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