Coyotes yip and wake me up.

SATURDAY MORNING, 5:15 AM

I awake to high pitched yips

of coyotes on the greens.

I imagine a mother

taking her pups on their first outing,

to learn their universe.

Feel grass, taste it, smell

the difference from desert sand.

The pups start, as the sprinklers kick on

and dew gathers in the grass.

Their mother throws herself down,

rolls on to her back, wets her fur.

Comforting, she laves each pup,

shows them

what it feels like

in the rain.



Sorry this was posted on Thursday, May 12 but for some reason blogspot was having problems.