Today's poem is by Tennessee Hill
Night Coyote
I've come to protect the chickens,
to lock the shed, brush the cowand sing to her before bed. Our father said
The thing to do with trouble is look
it in the eyes but the stars clatterlike tin. The cowI wish she'd bellow.
Our father said, Never find yourself
alone with danger, meaning men.Blackball eyes that don't flinch or blink.
Now trained on me, somewhere between
what they want and becoming what they want.I wish the chickens had never been born.
Like our father, wish I had been a boy.
Bright loudness turns into a howl,a lesson in how to announce the night.
The coyote keeps its teeth. Lowers
its head into flickering shed light.Growl is a hum is a released bow string
against my ribs. As he backs away,
I promise I will not tell my brotherwhat he will become, or that we were raised
to fear it. His laughter cracks
with adamant future; a warning.
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from Beloit Poetry Journal
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