Haiku Call of the Wild
Coyotes’ night cry
We hear the call of the wild
They howl at the moon
Buffalo roam here
In the wide open spaces
Indians were free
Cowboys ride the range
Longhorns graze on the prairie
Wild mustangs run free
Families leave home
Wagon trains traveling west
To make a new start
Wild animals here
Hunting parties scout their prey
All must kill to eat
Men of the gold rush
Pan for gold in moving streams
And some strike it rich
Whisky soothes the beast
Saloon girls paint their faces
Cards played at tables
Farmers’ log cabins
Families live in one room
Children sleep in loft
Hear the crickets’ song
As lightning bugs light the night
Natures lullaby
Endangered species
Buffalos slaughtered for Sport
From slow moving trains
Lifestyle of the past
Cowboys are a dying breed
Indians roamed
No more open range
Skyscrapers high in the sky
Gangs now roam the streets
Run wild in the streets
Urban Coyotes lurk here
Roam concrete jungles
Once roamed wild and free
Some are domesticated
Wolves are now house dogs
Violence in the streets
Extinct family values
Miss the olden days