When coyotes yell

I woke from a troubled sleep with somebody on my mind---I pushed aside the tent flap, and was surprised to see my old friend, the hunter and his dog at his heel. What are you doing? I asked. You weren’t due back for another few months, what’s the deal? Is everything all right? I couldn’t imagine something wrong, and if there was I couldn’t imagine him coming to me in a song.

Everything was right, everything was bright, and that’s when the coyotes started to fight.
And he said ever notice how everyone likes to hear the coyotes yell, but no one invites them in for a spell?

I pulled on my pants and pulled on my boots and we walked for awhile in the desert air. I said you always bring a chill, and he laughed and said you have no idea, and I laughed and said oh maybe I do. That’s when he looked at me and I looked back and suddenly felt myself grow a little bit slack. I gulped real hard and said, now? And he said, well maybe, or maybe not, it was all up to me. My dog’s getting old and so am I, not sure it's the right time and he said that’s fine, we can wait.

Everything was right, everything was bright, and that’s when the coyotes started to fight.
And he said ever notice how everyone likes to hear the coyotes yell, but no one invites them in for a spell?

We walked some more and he asked me about you, wondered if I’d miss you and I said sure, you would too. He didn’t say nothing about that, just shouldered his pack and gave me that smile, and said, I’ll be back in a while, how ‘bout you? Yeah, sure I guess, but I don’t know when, I wish I did but you know and my voice trailed off then. He gave a whistle I did too, his dog came running but you know mine, he’s always sniffing around for something to find.

I couldn’t follow and I couldn’t go back, the desert’s got away of getting real still and that’s when the coyotes started to fight. Ever notice how everyone likes to hear the coyotes yell, but no one invites them in for a spell? And that’s when I knew where my dog was.