In the wee hours of the morning, I hear the Coyotes making such a fuss

Yapping, Yelling, and screaming, carrying on like there is no us

They do not care who they wake, as long as they get to keep what they take

Like people getting what they want, yapping Yelling and screaming and they continue to taunt

All over the place they are, I hear them up close and off quite far

One would ask how could they have gone on as they seem

When all they do is keep yapping, yelling and yes… even scream

Barking yapping and even crying