Poetry, Flash Fiction, Songs

Old Coyote

OLD COYOTE  – published in Origami Condom.

Photo source: pedigreedatabase.com

He’s now at the age where
his wobbling howl uses a walker
to hobble over the mountains,
the spark in his eyes is so dim
it’s only seen on moonless nights.
But still, he waits for the full moon
and howls a dark tune on a rocky slope
reading the stars of the Milky Way
like jazz notes scribbled on a napkin.


Copyright Dan Campbell


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