Was I turned or born? Or, maybe, both?..
Eons have I been like this... So many lifetimes!
Reigns have come and gone, whole galaxies transpired...
Ever do I--still!--howl verses at all moons.
Coyote Dance enthralled bystanders--while I shifted...
Opted to oust me, then: ostensibly--such menace!
"Yonder, shapeshifters, stay--with other coo-coo loons!"
Outcasted, forced was I to shy away, bemired...
Tallied thenceforth, I roam--mischief entwined with penance--
Envoy to many realms: seeking to clear my troth.
(c)kRu, 11.07.-19.10.21
https://roshkakru-poems.livejournal.com/62815.html
https://ko-fi.com/post/WERECOYOTE--2021-K3K66NHS4
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