Urban Coyotes


They stand in the grass,
Ears up like Victory signs,
Aware of our dogs.

Our golden sees them
Far down in the drainage swale.
Tense, her legs quiver.

One sinks in the grass
Without lowering her gaze,
Not quite unconcerned.

We pull our dogs back,
Resuming our ev’ning stroll
Still watched by wild eyes.



© 2008  Michael Yanega





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