Grizzled gray bellied in red, deft
hurrying strides across a shingle roof,
from limb to limb up an Atlas cedar
to pause, to lean & yawn, a spare
silent, uninterpretable gesture,
communication not at or to us,
the creature doesn’t care to know we exist
because of our creations — concrete,
semis, YouTube, cages.
Why do coyotes howl in full light?
Now the dogs bark too. Are coyotes
coming to an end? Are foxes?
Final bow, center stage.
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