The coyotes and fisher cats
seem intent on striking
some new deal
with each other
to toy with our fears
in this gentleman’s wilderness—
patches of dense woods
dotted with overgrown fields,
riven and intersected
by highways, powerlines
and quiet, suburban
neighborhoods.
Last night it was the coyotes
who edged closer
chattering and howling
in the scrub brush
below the power line
reminding me
in staccato yelps
of the precariousness
of evolution.
