Coyote
In the pre-dawn hush
brief staccato yips
at the threshold of
my middle aged hearing.
Downstairs the dog sleeps,
until she hears them
then goes crazy
their calls unleashing
fragments of her feral past
and the shivers on my back
tell me she is not alone.
My neighbors raise sheep.
Last year they lost
six lambs in one night
despite fences, dogs
and a miniature donkey.
Yet stuck in traffic
approaching the city
I smile knowing
they are there.
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