COYOTE 2

Coyote flies in nights
black dusk
the depth of the darkness collects
beneath her
as her great silloette covers
the earth
She is alone
She doesn't howl for anyone
simply settles lying against the sky
blocking out the perfect points of diamond light
I watch her
studying her form
for lack of ability to make out her details
She studies me-
understanding my scent
my habits
my size
my shape.

For the first time I realize that I am an intruder
a spectacle
in a world bathed by the impulse
of a black coyote night

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- Jess Hopkins

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