Coyote Poems - Poems about Coyote

Wiley E Coyote

Wiley E Coyote
bought his gadgets from Acme
when he tried to trap the roadrunner
his gadgets always ran him over

Wile E Coyote

Death defying, Wile E Coyote 
Was never a real hero unlike Don Quixote 
Wile E couldn’t outsmart Road Runner’s tricks
Not surprisingly he always ended up in a fix!

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WILE E. COYOTE
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With ACME’s ludicrous gadgets galore, in the desert Wile E. Coyote plots
Builds rockets and traps that his nemesis, the Roadrunner, inevitably spots.
*“Beep! Beep!” Road Runner zips past with a dare, and with a tumble and crash
Wile onto the desert does splat; undaunted, he sends ACME more cash.

Poem written for and submitted to Cartoon

The Coyote Can't Catch Me

If you watch any animated episode,
you will see me beep-beep down the road.
I can run at a great velocity.
Nobody will be able to catch me.
While I move, I feel quite happy.

However, I have an adversary.
The joker in question is that coyote.
He tries so many ways to apprehend me.
The way I run, that will never be.

Wile E Coyote Raises His Hand

I have a question (if you'll allow). 
How is it that I came to this place now?
My life's path continued to where 
below my feet there is only air; 
and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly. 
At this point, I guess I'll have to try.

Country Road Food Chain

Yowling and howling late at night
Meeting of cats by the bright moonlight
Wild yipping and one long scream
Coyotes cornered something by a stream

It might be a cat, it’s a sacrifice
Excited yipping announcing it is nice
The food chain is alive down my country road
A long black rat snake just ate a toad

Coyotes, Sex, and Cartridges: Mary in the Window

The American South sits in my throat like grief.

Faded floral curtains on
Either side of a square, stained window
Brown flecks, sometimes red, like the one in
My brother’s eye—
Nobody knows where they come from.

Do you think
	Eve and Lilith used to kiss?
		In the garden where no one could see?

New Mexico coyotes, dug up from pond banks
	Smile at me

coyote thief

Coyotes are scraggly, ugly too
Eating carrion and roadkill overdue
She is a scavenger and a prey thief
Jackals enjoy kill until she makes it brief

coyote wolf or fox

Coyote, wolf or fox?
I stare at the gorgeous animal.
He may be wild, but he is exquisitely made.
Low to the ground, red fur, dark tail.

My dogs go berserk when they notice the creature.
Barking and charging at the glass separating them.
I let the wild one have a head start.
Then I release my dogs, confident they cannot catch

Roadkill

No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me.

   No one knows my heart is an open road

No one knows the sound I softly whine

  But I do. I do.


I will wake today and carry my body

     I will wake today and carry my bones

I will tread until

Coyote Moon

coyote moon howls 
owl swoops killing midnight snack
moonlight traps black eyes

Reasons to Worry

I think of scary things, it seems, 
As dogs that jump like cats, in dreams. 
They say I spend too much time caring 
With no reasons for such scaring;
That, I should learn to relax at night; 
But coyotes in trees give me a fright.

Once Upon a Colorado Christmas

Splendor of soft shoulders
caressed by sinking sun
Out my window the western slope
of the thick coated Rocky Mountains
Once upon a clear cold Colorado Chrstmas 
purple brushed horizon flecked with gold
filled my picture window 
Mesmerized I stood staring
at this huge canvas hung in the Louver 
God's and goddesses swirling about 
in a swath of psychedelic clouds
refracting the

Coyote Dance

Coyote has a rabbit pounding in its heart.
It’s brain is cowed by a teasing infatuation
one that snatches meat from its open mouth
even as its belly swells with a sly avidity.

The rabbit within
stamps its paws, coyote skips,
frolics in a dance of hunger.

Soon a plump chicken will offer 
to be its dance partner.
Chained dogs bark but coyote

November Hunt

November Hunt
David J Walker

I drink coffee
 in the morning and
	I’m grateful for the warm flowing
Of Rich and bitter/black liquid from
The cast-iron percolation jukebox 
Perched on the edges of a dancing 
Mesquite campfire 

A flame addressing my needs 
       greets me 
It knows my name and offers 
A slight barrier

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