Old Coyote – Fifth Sunday in Lent

The old coyote moves along the ridges
He prefers gray days for he is himself gray
It is what gives him the peculiar pleasure
to suddenly appear as from nowhere then
to dramatically disappear as if into thin air
Like the mysterious Man he follows
the coyote is always alone but never lonely
He will spend days seemingly lost
in the wilderness following the scents
of dead things and things yet to be born
Then without explanation he will appear
in some village Curl up on some porch
Sleep away the afternoon Then come & sit
respectfully at some new master’s table
confident of getting something good to eat
No one ever knows his name Or even asks
It’s simply Good Dog! What a Good Dog!
He doesn’t wag his tail or pant his gratitude
Wives never say What’s that dog doing here?
Neither do the children venture close to pet
the coarse fur of his coat or pat his wiry back
The coyote’s narrow golden eyes speak for him
Mornings the coyote makes his leisurely rounds
in the village stopping to see the doctor banker
butcher teacher baker brick`layer lawyer mayor
He stays but for a brief moment Watches them
at their tasks Silently his eyes ask Is this your life?
And if so why? If not there is another way!
If you seek it above all else I will guide you to it!
On Sunday afternoons the villagers all gather
in the sunny square to share news of the day
On this particular Sunday all are there All
except the brick`layer and the coyote

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Old Coyote – Fifth Sunday in Lent

  1. you are creating a gospel for poets

    Like

  2. kiwiskan says:

    very deep – I’ll need to think about this one

    Liked by 1 person

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