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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Counting Coyotes

ONE coyote
walks over sandy ground.

TWO coyotes
pause to hear a sound.

THREE coyotes
lope in the dry river bed.

They're running off;
know what's ahead.
They're in a hurry
to get home 
to bed.

  Each morning, I walk two miles with my dog Spot.  For the first quarter mile, coming and going, I let him off lead because there is nothing around but desert.  This morning, on the way home,  Spot was off lead and quickly had to put him back on again when I saw three coyotes.  I didn't know if Spot might chase them trying to defend his territory, or if the coyotes might see Spot and decide he was a threat or dinner.  All of us got home safe, but it was an exciting and beautiful sight.  I hope your day is as blessed as mine is today.  What a gift.  
     Can you write a poem about a simple gift you have received?  Have fun.  You are amazing.
     Know  what?  I just looked at this poem and see that I have a concrete poem.  All I have to do is draw the head shape for a coyote with 2 ears and whiskers!  WOW!  Another gift.  It is going to be a great day!


  1. Joy,
    I hope we get to see your drawing when it's done. Were you afraid for yourself when you saw the coyotes? You don't appear to have been. I love how you saw the experience as a gift. You have a terrific attitude.

  2. Linda,
    I was too worried for the dog to think about myself. Isn't that the way it always is, we worry about our children so much that we don't even think to worry about ourselves.
    How often have you seen coyotes in the wild? These are beautiful creatures and I can remember thinking at the time that one was gray and another had a light rust colored coat. I enjoyed seeing the differences between them, and was just happy that after their pause they continued moseying away along the dry river bed.
    If I don't count the gifts, then I start counting the annoyances and that only slows me down. When you receive a gift you get to ask, now how am I going to use this. Out pops a poem!