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The Raven and the Coyote
A Story by Coyote Poetry
A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.
The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the sitting Coyote on the mountain ridge. The Coyote was the trickster. He should be dancing and creating havoc. He sat watching the raising moon since early dust. The piercing eyes of the Raven watched the subdued Coyote with great interest. The Raven went to the Coyote. Sitting near him and she asked him. If you loved her. Why did you set her free? You restraints in the want of love when you should of been begging for her to stay. She seized your heart and you wished her well in her new journey away from you.
The Coyote looked at the Raven and he told her. You and I had shared many meals. Discussed the…
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