White misty fog surrounds the dark bare forest of maples, firs, oaks, and pines
Under an overcast rainy sky day
With the burnt grass
Mixing in to the new spring earth.
A wheat field's horizon ends with a road that leads to civilization,
Reflecting sky from downpour, 
Revealing sounds of traction and the frequent hard raindrops,
As different cars drive by every once in a while. 
A coyote pup in the distance, 
Stands strikingly alert.
Glancing at me from his side eye and his ears attentively upwards, 
Listening for any movement, still overshadowed by the constant noise of rain.
Just as the pup relaxes down on four, 
I rise from my premented spot on the edge of wheat field, quickly placing my blue inked pen into the binding of my black leather covered notebook. 
I begin to make my way towards the curious creature, which has gotten off from laying down calmly.
Eyeing me closely 
While standing ground.
Hoping I'll go in the other direction. 
My pace steady,
With every step I appear ever so closer to the scrutinizing being. 
I am now only a couple feet away. 
I kneel down,
Arm stretching,
Hand reaching,
To stroke his rough wet fur. 
He sniffs my hand and gets used to my unatured scent of the outer world.
Cautiously, he slowly inches closer towards my warm body heat,
And whimpers.
One glimpse into the forest.
A mere flash by a big oak tree,
So intruiged, 
I am fearless to follow. 
Yet just as I get up, 
The pup barks to get my attention 
And bites at my red coloured converse shoe. 
Feeling watched, the dangerous sense foreboards on us both. 
I pick him up, and on we walk,
Treading through the wheat fields to the road on the horizon,
Where a bus stop awaits