rainforest coyote
john alan douglas
mid morning light slants diagonally
across the mute green meadow
as coyote is chased
across my path
by three
horses
ridden by effete
jockey club humans
they show no regard for this being
this wiry slim svelt animal
so much more lithe
than their costly
overdressed
bodies
the coyote darts into the heart
of the rainforest showing
no regard for a poet
startled by a pure
animal grace
and speed
and need
not a memory i shall hoarde
this yellowish supple
non-urban animal
rests supreme
somewhere in
the forest
next door
and in his own coyote way
smiles
