#coyotes
I was three , no bigger than a west Texas tumbleweed . . . just three .
My mother hung the wash out on the line
and wiped the sweat off her brow with her hand .
Half an hour later the clothes were frozen .
Blue Norther . . . you can see them coming
a hundred miles away .
Wichita Falls , Texas . . . on the Wichita river .
Moses sat on a mountaintop gazing at the promised land but it was out of his hands now .
Leaning on his staff , the one that ate the Pharoh's two serpents . . . sssssssilently a single tear falls to the ground .
No fence could hold me . . . I was over or under in seconds .
A terror at three , a potential runaway .
The police knew me by first name . . . just three .
The plains of North Texas , jackrabbits , coyotes , rattlesnakes and all . . . were home .
Forty years of desert wilderness ,
till the last man , woman , and child of Egyptian connection had died ,
. . . . . . was such a sacrifice made . . . . . .
Moses was the last to fall .
On a mountaintop of no consequences .
"Run Rabbit Run"
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
little brown rabbit
in a field of coyotes-
hoppy survivor
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
Into the woods I go
To fall in love
With the coyote’s souls
And let them
Eat me whole.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
I'm going to tear my skin apart
And I'm going to spill my guts,
The world will know how vulnerable I am,
Then they'll break my bones,
Maybe they'll feed me to the coyotes
"What a shame!" "Such a loss!" They'll scream,
They'll yell about everything I could've conquered,
while they're pinning my flesh down,
for all my worse scars to go on display
Oh society, do me a favor, and **** the standards.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
The Messes We Leave
The Cats You Dump on My Door
There’s a black plastic bag sleeping in a tree
And an orange cat who treads beneath it,
Flinching at
The jack-o-lantern grins
That the coyotes give
As they prowl about at night.
Even after we take him inside,
He’s often so scared
Wide-eyed and meowing
Like these new owners will leave him too.
There’s a whole litter
Gone in scattered bones
Except for one who watches from rooftops and trees.
He never meows, that one,
Never accepts the invitation to come in.
There’s a pregnant kitten
Barely more than skin,
And a white calico
Who stares at us with the same cunning eyes
That outwitted the wolves other pale cats did not.
Those are the handful we tucked away behind these walls,
The rest are not so lucky.
A pair of siblings who lost the third
Two toms who yowl to each other at night,
Those are just the handful who survive still out there.
Together, they are that small number out of countless dozens
Who disappeared under car tires and canine teeth.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC