Coyotes trot, tails down
along fenced fields
Domestic dogs flare nostrils
capture long-lost scents
of thick fur dank with dew, ears
prick, hear wild fertile females’ whines
neighbors’ cats slide under cars
rabbits slip into deep holes
grateful the moon has waxed
to a slight sliver, a brief veil
of night that settles, silent
but for the welcome yips of pups
when mother brings their supper
while people dream in the dark.
I enjoyed the dreamy quality of these lines
It felt dreamy when I created it, too. Thanks Rena!
evocative descriptions, wonderful ending
Thanks so much, Mike! Hope you are doing well!
You set the scene up so well in this poem – the “slight sliver” of the moon, “brief veil of night” and the primal call and response of the coyotes. That sound never fails to put me on alert, run to open the door and call the cat in and she’s already there – ears back, waiting. This poem expresses that wildness animals and humans both understand.
Haha! I can only imagine what a coyote sounds like to a cat!! We have them around us here because of the woods. I have seen one trotting down the walking trail behind our house, never slows or stops, very focused. Somehow they manage to go when there isn’t a soul around. There are fascinating folk tales of coyotes and shape-shifting. Thanks for your feedback, Kathleen!
Like the syntax — the long sentence, broken apart, like the fragments of the scene.
That means a lot to me, Libby. The syntax was important to me to convey the rhythm of clipped moves when a coyote “trots” and the responses to the coyote’s presence so near a subdivision. The animals are alerted, but the people sleep.
Good one. I can see the dog noses wiggling and the scurrying cat and rabbits.