Written December 1994 when Jonathan is 15

Howling In The Night
by Jonathan Kraft

Coyote, Coyote, howling in the night
Why do you cry? Is it your fright?

Or is it simply that you can see
the large decline in reality?

Do you cry for the slaughtered innocent
they whose life has not yet been spent
Do you cry for the lost love
perhaps a vision of love from above
Do you cry for a brightening light
in the middle of the blackest night

Or do you cry for a hidden me
and the large decline of reality?