Coyotes (November Thirteen Twenty-Fifteen)

Published November 13, 2015 by April Fox

The night’s too dark to see, but I can

hear them

walking

in the field next door:

coyotes

their steps like broken straw, breath

I imagine

stale with the taste

of carrion

their cries a bit more

mournful

than before

as if they know that they’re no longer

the ugliest

among us.

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