Wiley Coyote
Wiley Coyote
Wiley coyote
you came calling today
in all your wildness,
on your path to an appointment
with survival.
You honored me with a pose
on my favorite stump!
We spoke volumes of beingness
when our eyes locked
taking measure of our species
You in your red-gold prime,
arrogant and secure in your world
Me, cresting the wave of mid-life wisdom,
at an intersection...where your world
and mine, met for a few shining moments
in the sunlit fall.
Nature framed us in oak and pine
My coyote vision calls me back
to my wild home.
Nov 19, 1996
Note.....Wrote this after I saved this coyote after it was hit by a car. He was healed with the herb comfrey put in his food daily! :)
Copyright © Lydia Brescia | Year Posted 2019
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