Cheryl Hoffman Poet Light Verse

Lost In the Bronx

Napping behind bushes at Van Corlandt Park I finally got up on my feet,
and being I was homeless and hungry I started to search for something to eat,
preferring to look for food in the shadow's at night was my objective,
that way I wouldn't be in the spotlight as I hunt around like a detective, 

I'd usually go check out all the garbage pails that were put out for the night,
trying to be quiet as I rummage through them for a midnight bite,
finding a lot of leftovers was a cuisine that I'd munch down with delight,
getting all my night time feeding done before the sun light,

Then right before the break of dawn I'd continue on my way,
looking for another park to bed down for a good part of the day,
being a loner I didn't have anyone to give me directions to another park,
so I would just follow my instincts and continue walking on a lark,

Crossing over the Bronx River Parkway I took a chance hoping to find my way,
passing vehicles can tell when they see my coyote carcass which is now decayed.



11-29-16

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Lim'Rik Flats December 4, 2016 at 8:42 AM Great twister! Actually have a cousin-of-sorts who is a paid urban-exterminator-of coyos in a big west coast city. (shhh...it's a secret). Very adaptable, those critters. N'joyed the PO! cheeriodlyOs ~ john Cheryl Hoffman December 4, 2016 at 8:51 AM Wow, that is one interesting job to have John! They must be very hard to capture since they're very shy and skittish….thanks for your visit & glad you n'joyed it John! cheeriodlyOs back~Che

Chris Green November 30, 2016 at 6:18 AM This was great Cheryl, you fooled me because like Rick below, that last line caught me off guard. Nicely done Cheryl Hoffman November 30, 2016 at 8:56 AM Thank you so much Chris; interestingly enough they are finding more and more stray coyotes in the boroughs of NY, more often in the borough of the Bronx. :)

White Wolf November 29, 2016 at 9:49 PM I really enjoyed this poem, well done! And I wasn't ready for that last line either. Cheryl Hoffman November 30, 2016 at 8:53 AM Thank you so much Rick; believe it or not they are finding more and more stray coyotes in the boroughs of New York, some even in Queens but more often in the Bronx. :)