A Poem, Coyote

Coyote
Coyote stalking in the dusk,
Trotting ess shaped lines,
around boulders, through canyons,
And riverbeds of the past.

Snapping at a snail or lizard,
The Coyote’s eyes glow in the peripheral
Of my forward looking vision;
Blurred image.

-creeping past-

She nips on occasion’
the tender parts,
And pulls the mind to harmful memories
And regretted actions.

The Coyote’s trail is not straight,
And her hunt is never over,
And her eyes are always moving, focused, scanning,
Over the terrain.

-torturing past-