Coyote
Coyote
Coyote grins in the night
ear tingling howls, locate their kill sight
or did they rumage another dump site
A Crafty Survalist at peace with the night
Shy, inquisitive, Owners of the dense brush
They hide and laugh when I may “mush”
A part of nature I couldnt hush
How to belong to a part of nature I did never own
Into the forest into Wilderness is grown
A snort of the pig
A twitch of a cottontail
Bear tracks of blacks
so shy their hardly seen
The Cry of a female panther
like a women on a scream
I dream of a Freedom Wagon
I dream of a dream
That I could make it on my own
When I didn't seem destined to make it to 13
Copyright © Laughing Cougar | Year Posted 2017
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