Coyote Dance

Coyote has a rabbit pounding in its heart. It’s brain is cowed by a teasing infatuation one that snatches meat from its open mouth even as its belly swells with a sly avidity. The rabbit within stamps its paws, coyote skips, frolics in a dance of hunger. Soon a plump chicken will offer to be its dance partner. Chained dogs bark but coyote is away masked now by a clouded moon. Coyote crunches the thin bones in its blood-wet jaws as if they were its very own.