One coyote lopes
down the road.
He sees me and
stops to hold. (I know, this is a slip rhyme.)
Along comes another,
now there are two.
They look at me,
what should they do?
They run up a driveway,
leap a fence,
race in the arroyo, and
I haven't seen them since. (Another slip.)
This is what a I saw on my morning walk. What a gift! I know that ten years from now children will not be able to see coyotes running free in the desert because people will have taken over their habitat. Have fun writing your poem today.
Joy,
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I went to take the trash out at my new place one night, Joy, & here came a coyote loping down the street. Now, I know that foxes live in the city, & I've seen coyotes at my other home (we lived off a park), but in a city neighborhood? The cats should keep watch now! (I really do know the difference between foxes & coyotes.) I love the poem stark story-telling. This is what it is, this is how they survive (for now).
ReplyDeleteI'm using this same material to write a FIB for tomorrow. And you're right; a fox doesn't look anything like a coyote. Do you have to keep your trash cans tied shut?
DeleteI think we have a family of baby red foxes living off of our deck. Great blog!
ReplyDeleteOh how exciting. I hope you have your camera ready and are writing fox poems.
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