OLD COYOTE – published in Origami Condom.
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