A Coyote Laughs

by

Diane Klammer

A Coyote Laughs

She lopes along a lazy lane
Lurches away from a blood red harvest sky
Canis latrans bathes in ethereal twilight
Her silhouette slows
She pants tiredness

A lone voice sings
Her plaintive howl rises
Into mirth
From legato wail
Into staccato hilarity

A coyote laughs

She works her way towards the mountains
Running from the Pacific
To a continental divide
A lunar tune was unmistakable
Beneath Diana’s disc

A coyote laughs

She has been invaded
By heartless, nameless
Bipedal multitudes
While being forced
To take new habitat
New diet
Still

A coyote laughs

The Farmer’s Shotgun
The Furrier’s Fancy
The Hunter’s Trap
The Urban Sprawl
Has not defeated
This Capricious Canine
Of Triumph and Tenacity

A coyote laughs

She is joined by others
Until a noisy litany
Mingles into joyous
Universal echoes

They laugh because they commune
They laugh because they convey
This pact of survival
They laugh at Homo sapiens
Who has driven them
But has not eradicated them

A coyote laughs
Because she endures
And she who laughs, lasts.

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