It was early,
and I walked on alone.
As the grey streets rocked past
dozing in the sticky, empty car.
When I woke again,
I had a friend.
A brown coyote,
curled into itself in the hard seat.
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.
I said as he loped off into ragged fields.
But he did not look back.