We lived on the prairie down a long gravel road. Trees peppered only the fence rows. Sometimes my dad would take my brother and I out to the gravel road that ran by our house and we would get really quiet. Listening to the summer wind and its whispy sounds through the pine trees that surrounded our house.
And then we’d hear it. The high pitched yips of coyotes in the distance.
We would yip back at them, “yip yip yihee yihee!”
And then wait…
Silence and then the coyotes would answer back.
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