Lydia Brescia Poet Free verse

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! :)

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Lydia Brescia October 29, 2019 at 11:19 PM Hi Lindsay! Thank you for your sweet comment! Yes, Coyote's Native American Name is "trickster!" which is much like the fox...both are very clever and have learned how to mix into city life as well as natural life in the forests! <3

Lindsay Laurie October 27, 2019 at 6:51 PM G'day Lydia … Only read a little about a coyote. Are they similar in habits to a fox of which there are plenty here. Pleased to read you nursed a coyote back to good health. It warms my heart - thank you Lydia - Lindsay