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Early Light In Suburbia
by Terry OlynikThe coyotes gathered noisily
Beneath my tired window,
Arriving from every
Musk-drenched compass point.
With ears pinned back,
Yelping in a frenzied choir,
They conveyed to me the inevitable,
Dancing on heated haunches.
I had only a moment to thank them
For their canine wisdom,
For their yelping feral
Blood beast epiphany.
06/27/2010 Posted on 06/27/2010
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/27/10 at 01:24 PM These guys do range far and wide and seem able to reproduce and find feed any where don't they? Good write sir. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/27/10 at 03:34 PM Like calls to like...we all have a bit of the wild, the untamed, the predatory, inside of us...take off in a streak of animal glee, scare the neighbors, startle the world... |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/27/10 at 04:03 PM I have a weakness for critter poems - love the language in this one. |
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