Long Coyote Poems
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through a mud stained field
and thickets galore
mountaintops blue in the haze
walked through hayfield stubble
with a damp, faithful dog
I am anticipating Halloween
but thoughts dissolve quickly
in fields and forest hues
indian summer is over
litters of leaves all around
we pass a dead coyote
the white dog pays no mind
there's no need to hurry
lots of creekside bushes
cause my path to crook and veer
I miss the smell of brush burning
and dread the winter coming
I'll cancel my reservation
and head for some coral reef distant
summer without end
twinkling snow berms
and bitter cold will come
but technology can remedy
the chill nuisance
of Arctic's southward plunge
The howling could be coyote or wolf
The screaming is Tasmanian devil or banshee
Wait, is there such a thing?
I meant bobcat
It is evening now
Time for the nocturnal creatures to come out in full force
The puma, lynx and fox hunt down the prey that does not hide well
There are so many creatures, all tasty.
Where to begin?
Who to eat first?
A scream
Could have been a bunny or a mouse.
Dinner now
The moon shows shadows on the forest floor
a Luna moth glides by
the mosquitoes begin their feeding frenzy
Sucking the blood of mammals like tiny vampires
Bullfrog begins croaking a bit more loudly
Firefly flits around confidently
The evening has begun for the night creatures
Written 6-5-2022
Poetry Contest: Creatures of the Night
Sponsor: Julia Ward
A subtle foreign noise awakened me during the morning hours. I heard a thrashing of small branches breaking, as it proudly, without care, made it's way closer to me.
Quietly I made it to my bedroom window, intense adrenaline flowing through me. Peering out and looking intently, trying to find what was lurking, and drawing attention.
Focusing and squinting. To my surprise, making its way through the woods. There stood a majestic form of an animal. At first I thought it was a wolf, but we don't have wolves in our area.
Puzzled and bewildered I stood there in amazement. I realized by its size and beautiful fur, it was a lone alpha Coyote. My eyes followed him, as he made his way toward nearby residents.
I couldn't imagine where he was heading as he disappeared from my sight. I noticed the window fogging up from my enthusiasm. I wiped the wet glass, from my condensed breath.
It was such a rare sighting, I just stood there waiting and looking, hoping to see this lone hunter again. Not too long waiting, my wish was granted. To my amazement he was trotting with a large black cat, dangling from his mouth.
My wife watching with me. Screamed! "Oh MY GOD!" she than broke out crying. We both were traumatized by what we had witnessed. Our bedroom window opened our eyes, to the reality of survival in these wild woods.
Michael Tor Contest. Outside my window. Bev Smith
This actually happened the way it was written.
CANIDS
The Fox
with cat-like slit eyes
lurking near the hen house. . . .
meow-less creature
Chihuahua-like ears
catch a sound in the bushes. . . .
hens can rest easy
a small rat scurries
with that vixen in pursuit . . .
it’s fast-food tonight
Coyotes
song of the desert -
long howls declare “I am here”. . . .
mice and rabbits hide
barking dogs in threes
unlucky mice collected. . . .
live practice for cubs
yippy yippy yip
heard among those happy cubs. . .
celebration time
The Pack
the pack starts its hunt
mountains rise up before them. . .
thirty miles to go
in dark night - dog fight
one alone - tail stands erect. . . .
yellow eyes back off
wolf faces grinning
twenty pounds of meat for each. . . .
like one hundred burgers
For PD's Inner Animal Contest:
for fox, coyote, wolf haiku
In the woods no right of way, no right to live, no right to play.
I travel quickly, as dusk is beginning. Woods are thick, on this day.
Wood tick and spider heaven, I walk gingerly, on wet old leaves.
Dog has deserted me, long gone, chasing things she thinks she sees.
The air is thick, the sun is dying. I trip on a twig, I end up crying.
My ankle feels sprained, my knee is quite broke, maybe dying.
The woods are silent, but my hair is on end, something is watching.
I will be devoured, through my tears the woods are blurry blotching.
I scoot my sorry sore body over to a stick, hoping it is not a snake.
Pain shoots through me with every single sad boot step I take.
The dog is probably back at the house gobbling up a fancy steak.
My husband has no boundaries when it comes to our lab, Big Jake.
I inch my way to the steps in the forest, built of railroad ties.
Each laborious step, has me feeling the terror of unseen eyes.
A wolf? A coyote? A predator, of some sort no doubt.
Landing hard on first step I scream, shriek and howl all about.
An answering shriek comes from the forest to my immediate left.
It raises the hair on my arms, and it quite takes my breath.
A woman is being murdered in the trees next to me.
A woman is being raped, and cut up into threes.
Bristles on my arms curl my toes and frighten my face.
Whatever makes that devilish sound, is not of the human race.
I stop and I think and I realize at once, I am clearly beaten.
I sit and I wait for the mountain lion who has probably not eaten.
Seeing the flower on the bench
Mrs. Knight love was tighten using the rose as a wrench
Her beloved knight who sent Vancouver filmmakers packing
Shooting scenes of Avalanches attacking
Safety coming first
Without making anyone's bubble burst
Now that wintry fret
Was just something to forget
Losing her loyal coyote, you know
In the falling snow
When will he return?
Should she be concerned?
Questions Mrs. Knight must ask
Wondering if her husband had a mask
Stars are still at the top
This adventure is not going to stop
Honeymoon has been a delight
Not a debatable fight
Soon she would see the golden locks in sight
And they will leave with everything all right
At the mountainous peak
This faithful knight received a peck on the cheek
Delivered by a star
Being one’s guard
Thanking him for his time
An act unable to decline
But what he really missed
Was getting kissed
From his wife
That was present for life
Mrs. Knight
Grounding his might
Putting the hero stuff in proper light
On the plains in the Texas panhandle
The fight for survival is real
As I watched from the derrick
On a short smoke break
A scene rather harsh and surreal
A cottontail bunny was having his way
In a pasture of gold knee high grass
When a hungry coyote, prowling late in the day
Caught his scent on the breeze as it passed
The bunny must have sensed, the coyote was near
He ran circles and made figure 8 bows
Confusing the canine, wound up chasing his tail
While the bunny escaped down the road
But nature has a way of being quite cruel
As a hawk observed from above
As he swooped down, the poor bunny froze
In a scene void of malice and love
With the rabbit in tow, still kicking and screaming
The hawk not making a sound
Somehow lost his grip, dropping his prey
Who died instantly hitting the ground
In all the commotion, the old coyote
Had watched and raced to the kill
Snatching him up and never looking back
Running swiftly over a hill
I stood there amazed, as the scene played out
This microcosm of struggles and strife
Then thought about destiny, no matter how hard you fight
The unfairness and the fragility of life
by Daniel Turner
There's a quaint little cross roads town that nestles in the shadow,
Of majestic Pikes Peak called Punkin Center in eastern Colorado.
The prime business in town is the Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store,
Where farmers and ranchers congregate to shoot the bull and more!
There you'll find fellers in bib overalls and John Deere tractor caps,
Cowboy hats, scruffy boots, faded jeans and greasy leather chaps.
Some spit streams of terbaccy juice - others enjoy roll-yer-own smokes,
And the air is rant with guffaws as they ply each other with bawdy jokes!
There are Ford 150, Dodge Ram and Chevy Silverado pickups galore,
Waitin' for their owners to load up on this and that from the store.
But they ain't in no hurry - besides it looks like a norther is on the way.
The Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store is a great place to idle time away!
Clyde Purpleears, the owner, stocks plentiful supplies for those in need:
Fertilizer, saddles, bales of hay, manure forks, hog and chicken feed,
Baler twine, hip boots for muckin' out the barn as well as various seeds,
Milk buckets, lariat rope, gloves, shotgun shells and stuff for killin' weeds!
Clyde displays the latest in coyote traps, steel posts and barbed wires,
Nose rings for randy bulls, post hole diggers and John Deere tractor tires!
As the shadow of Pikes Peak creeps over Punkin Center 'bout half past four,
Clyde shoos the loafers out of the Tack and Feed store and closes the door!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
And so it comes, this time of year
November starts, Christmas so near
Animals yawn, sense their big sleep
Farmers hay sheds, piled high and steep
A breeze descends, from arctic climes
Cold and icy, brief days less time
Great pines snuggle close together
Know what’s in store, snowy weather
The bison coats, grow much thicker
Suns going down, even quicker
Silent nights, reflect lonely streams
Only broken, by coyote screams
Lay November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
02/12/2020
Syllable counter PS 12x8
Rhyme check rhyme zone
So, once upon a time, there was a cat
that had no real home, and all alone,
she'd wander here and there amid the yards
in a community with lovely lawns
and shady trees and bushes that gave her
some shelter from the sun and pouring rain.
She'd go from house to house and beg for food;
with kind gold eyes and fur of shiny black,
she made some friends, but then, she'd run away.
Except, one day, she found her perfect home
and stayed and stayed till they adopted her.
So, in and out she'd go in her two worlds,
content for shelter and fine tasty meals;
still loving her adventures when outdoors.
But, oh one day, her 'daddy' caught a scene
that put such fear into his loving heart!
For there she was across the street, oh no,
in frozen stance and nearly nose to nose
with a coyote, large and tawny-gray!
For many seconds, neither moved, but then
she lunged into his face- was so surprised
and shocked...the huge coyote ran away!
As Licorice, (her name), came racing home
she flew into the open door and hopped
upon her 'mama's' lap and looked up with
her large gold eyes that twinkled with delight,
as if to say- don't worry about me-
my homeless days made me a warrior.
October 10, 2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Black Cat
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Judged: 04/04/2022
~1st Place~
Contest: Fiction October 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Judged: 10/25/2018