The dancing creek glitters with the light/The glistening owl cries in the night/A baby coyote whimpers in fright/And then it is gone for good.
Gone is the creek laughing with light/In its place is a poisonous blight /Gone is the owl who cries in the night/There is nothing left of her rippling flight.
And of the coyote who whimpered in fright, there is left bleached white bones.
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