coyote wandering
the unloved dog,
slinking in from the prairie
hunt the greenways
in the fog
warry feralae
children of neglect,
companioning the moon
run the darkened alleys
scavenging in packs
throats parched, swollen
tongues hang off the chin
thirsting in the wild
coyotes slip down Lake Street
in the twilit morning
YOU ARE READING
The Coyote's Lament
PoetryThe poetry of impermanence, following our four-footed friends.
