Out of the Fog

Appears on the clear cut path a coyote
looking at me and wondering
how I emerged puttering through
the waist high grass of the flood plain
on this damp Saturday morning.

He pauses to consider his options,
half of his reddish brown fur
bristles in the tall grass
while his ears perk and cower
As he transitions between thoughts
of fight and flight.

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