This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
the way of nature
there he was, a coyote
strutting in the grass
seeming not to have a care in the world
the neighbor dog barking through glass
strange to see this coyote
in the middle of the day
he must be feeling right at home
keeping bunny and squirrel friends away
he must be king, the coyote
of this straggly neighborhood
no other creature to stop him
the way of nature, not so bad or so good