By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: I have always admired coyotes. It’s little wonder there are so many stories about them.]
I know of a coyote who
carries pieces of each season
along with her like mementos
Spring abounds in each lively movement
this coyote makes through the world
or in the verdant glades of her eyes
Summer burns as desert sands
in the rich tanned hues of her coat
which she wears without discomfort
Autumn is in her paintbrush of a tail
that sweeps through the air
as if to color the leaves on the trees
Winter is in the power of her teeth
sharper than a chill down to the bone
and just as deadly if unleashed in full force
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Wow. This is amazing. Absolutely beautiful. Loved each and every line but these three really stood out for me, perhaps it’s because autumn is my favorite season.💕💕💕
“Autumn is in her paintbrush of a tail
that sweeps through the air
as if to color the leaves on the trees”
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I’m thrilled this struck such a deep chord for you. Coyotes are indeed among my favorite types of wildlife, and they are so persistent throughout the year. It’s admirable.
I’m also happy that I was able to get across each of the seasons, especially autumn, here.
Thank you again for the high praise!
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Always a pleasure. Beautifully expressed.💕
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Thank you again!
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So very welcome.💕💕
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In the Ojibwa religion. The coyote is the trickster. Always seeking laughter and tomfoolery. I agree, the coyotes are interesting. At night where I live. You can see them, in the night. Never. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
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Thank you so much! Coyote is definitely quite a character in many types of folklore, and I’m happy you have them living near you as well. It’s a singular experience to hear them singing at night.
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They are quiet near the city, but in the Upper Michigan. They are many and they do sing to the moon. You are welcome my friend.
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Nice. They are the same way out in the California desert. Hehe.
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I met my first coyotes at Fort Irvin. I was in the Army for 15 years. We did our hot weather training. Three coyotes would find me everyday. I drove a water tanker. I would dig a path for the water to them. The soldiers started to call me Sgt. Coyote.
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Wow, that’s amazing! No wonder you have coyote as part of your username. Those coyotes must have really liked you.
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They found me daily for thirty days, twice. They are very smart.
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Oh, nice!
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