For Nigthbirde and Joey.

(Cancer stole stole two angels from us.)

Once beautiful Joey stole my heart. Face and voice of a angel. I learn life can steal the beautiful and kind people from us. Kind and gentle Nightbirde stole my heart.  I have asked God. Why do you take the beautiful and kind people from us?

I don’t understand.

Tonight I drink alone and I wonder.

Why. Dear God.

You steal the the angels, we need?

We need the sweetness of Joey and we need the hope of Nightbirde.

So few angels upon my earth.

Coyote crying.