Coyote
You cross our path
trotting and jaunty
tawny and hearty
once in tall grass
you stop, look back at us
not frightened or shy
but curiously cool
I can only imagine
the drama you bring
to the marshes of mallards
and meadows
of dashing brown bunnies
in this once-safe, peaceful
paradise park
© 2012 by V. Nesdoly
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I write this poem in response to Adele Kenny’s “Wildlife” prompt for April 24th. (And Happy 2nd Birthday today, to her blog: The Music In It).
So, so true! You’ve captured it well. I’ve seen that curious, measuring look from both coyotes and wolves.
Thanks, Charlie! We’ve only seen a coyote on our walk in that particular park once, but it made me realize that what looks calm and safe on the surface may hide other realities.