Coyote Meeting

In fields of country wheat, from the corner of my eye, In amber grains discrete, a Coyote stood chest high. Nostrils flared, with eyes in constant search, Horizons scanning, poised to quickly lurch. Collar bristled in the wind, he quickly turned away, A scent of prey he’d just inhaled, lured him to the fray. And as he swiftly disappeared to meet his destiny, I turned to meet my own again, now filled with jealousy. There is a call he answers that I feel inside of me Amidst a lack of freedom I have known. Commitment, obligation, and responsibility, The life, I feel, that’s chosen me; the one which I now own. But we each knew for just an instant, as he took his flight, we both would howl, for different reasons, at the moon tonight.