Craig Wisner

Three Coyotes.

Three coyotes

in the arroyo tonight-

yammering, snarling, squealing

excited by something cornered in a bush.

Two adults and a pup, a family

rubbing necks and biting

all mangy, ribs protruding

lean snouts scanning the air

strangely unconcerned by my presence.

Bald spots and matted fur

bodies thin and stressed

their eyes burn with wariness

a feral light

ears erect and alert.

Survivors, born and tempered

by the indifference of drought,

vanishing streams and chain-link fences

-mouse eaters, beetle eaters, cat eaters

always looking, always looking

never stopping

out there hanging on, if only by a strand.


One response

  1. michael


    November 9, 2015 at 3:19 pm

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