Sunday, January 24, 2016

Coyote Carcass

Coyote carcass on our dirt road.
Cold and lifeless yet pelt looks warm.
Just a few hours ago he strode.
In the ditch he "bought the farm."

Curiosity gets the better of me.
I just caught a glance.
Backup the car so I can see.
Stare for a moment, mesmerized trance.

One less in the pack.
Howl no longer hear.
One less set of tracks.
A howl no longer clear.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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