Singing the sun down, Coyote emerged from Grandmother Pinon Tree. She stopped, turned her head and looked into me.
Like a friend who had been found I bowed to her wild wisdom, innate beauty and silent strengths.
She began walking slowly down the cattle path with me following. As she glanced back, I bowed again. Raven watched quietly from the high cedar branch Then flew ahead as the sun bowed and went behind the Jemez.