This is a Legend from Native Nation...
My Grandpa Told me this story and it stuck in my heart forever
Now great were the deeds that coyote had done
Coyote had stolen the flame of the sun
Coyote had opened the frost-wizards pen
Releasing the salmon, desired of men
Coyote was proud of his craft and his might
His fleetness of foot and his clearness of sight
His scent that was choicest of all that is choice
But most of all was his vain of his wonderful voice
He sat like a Monarch exalted on high
Where sis son's cold summits are keen in the sky
And watched on the sweep of internal blue
The stars and their satellites pass in view
Aloft and alone
Oh Shasta's white cones
A mischievous star-fairy twinkled
And shone;
So lightly she danced
That deeply entranced
Coyote acclimated Imperial Sprite"
Permit me to join your glorious flight,
I bed -I demand!
Oh reach me your hand
And over the water and over the land
We'll frolic with all of your glittering band!
How flashed the Aurora, till heaven and earth
Where gay with the luster of crystalline mirth
"Oh hair coyote !" "How stupid you are to dream for
A moment to dance with a start!"
What pencil will venture what brush will engage
To picture coyote in justified rage?
He lifted his muzzle, he stiffened his tail
Frightening the Night with a quavering wail
With yelp and a yowl
With a growl and a howl
He startled an owl and the panther a prowl
He screamed like a baby bereft of his toys;
He scattered the sky with his scandalous noise
With his "Yap-Yap-Ki-Yee!"
In it's weird minor key
For never was a signer remorseless as he
All vainly the Fairy cajoled and denied
He wouldn't hear reason; then wearied she cried
"I'd wish you were dumb!"
You're crazy but -come on
And gingerly reached him a finger and a thumb
He leaped and away like the shaft
And the feather
The star and the coyote were flying together
And now as he fled with the spirit of light
The rushed for beneath him a glorious sight
Of ranges and canyons, barrens and plains
Of rivers cascading with turbulent rain
Of armies of bison and crimson gray
And legions of antelopes bounding away
The towns of the Mandans, the Nez Perce ranches
The Utes and the Pi-Utes the dashing comanches
And modocs in-reining their snorting cayuses
And shouting to women with wicker'ed papoose
"Look See! as they waved to that vision afar
The clever coyote above with the stars!"
To caper instyle
For many a mile
Carrying the heavens was grand for a while
but frostily grew in coyote a peace
The awe and the horror of limitless space;
He felt on his temples the grip of a vice
The hand of his partner seemed colder than ice
The tents of the Karoks like flint heads of arrows
Showed meager 'mind hills like the string of a bow
Relaxed after a battle grown dizzy and numb
He loosened his hold on the finger and the thumb
And dropped to the earth like a meteor plumb!
And lit with a "splat!"
As flat as a mat
So here is the moral from Native Nation
"You Callow Coyote Don't Dance With The Star!!"
