[RCL]

Not sure why, but John’s post of Frost’s “Come In” reminded me of this event.

Coyote and Clue

His swaying snout above my cat,
then rolling like a kitty
while high on recent hits of catnip,
quickly triggered pity.

Not just for Clue’s unsafe excess,
but for the gray coyote
starving in his shrinking space
devoured by the city.

“Damnit Clue!” I yelled and stomped.
She finally rolled to me.
He didn’t flinch when my foot hooked
and flung her toward a tree.

Coyote turned but didn’t flee,
left with feral dignity.