Something Afoot

When meeting the twin quail.
A looking for their valuables
As they crossed upon the trail.

Quail replied, “We have a dance
To shift between the two.
Mirrored reflections
Of night and day each dawn.

Take all that we have
We keep our magic in a clay jar.
Go listen to the wind
As she sings through the pines.”

Coyote titled his ear
Something was afoot
Off he went a lickety-split.