The Coyote Man
Coyotes are not seen often
By humans
For they sense us and skedaddle
But after our mother passed
I saw a coyote in my yard
Bigger than I had ever imagined one
She had wandered almost up to my house
Which was unusual but spiritually telling
For my father had been known as the coyote man
I took this as a sign that Mom had arrived in heaven okay
A reassurance, which oddly comforted me in some way.
I called my sister
Have you ever seen a coyote? I asked
She said that she had only seen one in her life, the day before.
It ran out in front of her as she was driving to our parents home town.
Enough said
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