It was early,
and I walked on alone.
As the grey streets rocked past

I let myself drift,
dozing in the sticky, empty car.
When I woke again,
I had a friend.
A brown coyote,
curled into itself in the hard seat.
Good morning,
I said,
and offered my biscuit.
It eyed my hand,
hungry but afraid,
and ate the offering before the next stop.
No one else got on,
so I rode with him to the end of the line.
Goodbye friend,
I said as he loped off into ragged fields.
But he did not look back.