Drawing of a Coyote by Judith A. Sears
I heard them last night
whiny howls
as they emerged from the tree line.
The smell of dogs troubled them
prancing through yards
crossing drives and roads
marking with their stink
every place our pets had been.
I see them from my dark house
beneath my window I hear
their panting, their growls.
They run, then stop
with great interest
in the smells my dog left
when she happily marked
her small confined space.
Sometimes it sounds
like they are laughing,
perhaps they can imagine
her prissy pampered ways.
I watch them
dancing on their toes
they soon ran on.
In the distance
I heard their howls
a bark, a cry, then silence
for the rest of the night.
This morning my dog and I found
one small delicate coyote
pup curled up
like its last moment
had been spent in pain.
Reluctant to leave,
I had to carry
my dog home,
in the rain, weeping.
©05/04/2019<
Judith A. Sears
Yes, I see coyotes occasionally running through my back yard and yes there is occasionally a dead one on the side of the road. I think they are a family, male, his female and last years pups. They will soon have more. Yes, I know they can be pests. I can be a pest too sometimes. jas
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