On the other side of Main there is a little wash,
Where lives a wily coyote with cunning and panache.
He don’t mind the traffic, the hubbub and noise,
Sneakin’ through the broom bush is what he enjoys.
When he’s done with chasin’ that Roadrunner bird,
He will run off with the Javelina herd.
In the middle of our town, he’s wild and he’s free,
With only the packrats, for his company.
He’ll dodge all the buses and all of the cars,
And then go a-prancin’ underneath the stars.
It’s mostly at night when you see him prowl,
If he’s lookin’ for love, he’ll let out a howl.
If you cross his path, don’t be afraid,
All he wants is a trash can to raid.
A reminder to keep little Fluffy inside,
Cuz out in the yard there is no place to hide!
LDT December 1, ‘23
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I hope they stay on your side of the mountains! I’ve not seen Coyotes over here…just the others you speak of. And Hawks are what get the fluffy ones. Fun poem. I can see the critters out there at night in my mind.
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