Sometimes, just at sunset,
She dances with coyotes.

?Come little sister? they call,
?Leave your dirty dishes,
Pots and pans,
The hungry cat.
Come dance with us.?

She flings off her apron
Of responsibility,
Hurries out of the house,
And across the lawn,
Pushing through the hedge
Of her limited world
And onto the darkening land.

The coyotes wait for her,
Howling and cavorting
In anticipation.

She takes one great leap of faith,
and flings herself upward,
Towards the stars.

Hand in paw, she and the coyotes
Dance high above the prairie
And around the great bowl of the night sky.