Poetry: Coyotes
Coyotes We call it a howl, but it's a bark, a screech- a vicious shriek, the sound of murder. It goes on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, each cry punctuated by tearing, by feeding,…
Coyotes We call it a howl, but it's a bark, a screech- a vicious shriek, the sound of murder. It goes on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, each cry punctuated by tearing, by feeding,…