Coyote

Do you see him

(I’m thinking it’s a him, could be a her)

that young coyote

running along

(maybe “speeding along” is a better description)

And moving away from you and me.

His brown and tan fur highlighted

By the fall colors;

The red bushes, yellow weeds passing away

And the green grass which is slowly disappearing,

Even some yellow brush in the distance,

And against all that the bright blue sky.

I wonder if he’ll find what he’s looking for.

Whether she will remember this moment when two

Humans stood still (finally) and pointed

A finger at him.

Do you think he/she thought it a rifle barrel?

Certainly his kind have heard those throughout the years.

His tapered thin face seems to point to a

Grin as he dashes along

For the next safe haven, for the next meal,

For some solitude to plan his next

Escapade.

Wonder how old she’ll get. Imagine

if she’s a she if she’ll have some puppies

to prolong the grin and smile?

Do you think she’ll hide around here?

Maybe keep moving to find another spot-

Tough life, to keep moving like that.

Some life forms get bad raps-

They do what they do, it’s built in

But when they do not fit into our civilization

Well, I don’t have to tell you what happens do I?

So much grace and beauty

Her movement is like a dance

She spent one moment in our lives

And such an impact for so

Short a visit!

 
 
Richard W Smith
December 13, 2010