Coyote

Between dark and light,

As the owl sings its melancholy melody,

You appear.

First formless,

Then my eyes discern your shape,

Gray against gray.

I freeze.

You still.

Our gazes lock.

I wonder at your lush tail, your vulpine visage.

You size me up, ready for a challenge.

Something wild and untamed moves within me.

I resume my path forward.

As I move, you fade into the landscape

And disappear,

Although I continue

To seek you

Long after you are gone.

Published by thelamppost2017

Writer, dancer, hiker, outdoorswoman, baker, gardener, traveler, knitter, shell collector, cheese enthusiast.

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