With his paws on the pavement
he is so docile and lame.
There's a wild side to every town,
however nature here is tame.
The mild glow of the city lights
marks the moon's frontier close to here
so that the coyote puts on his idle coat
to become one with the crowd and disappear.
Howl if he like, nothing has changed,
nature won't call back to those no longer deranged.
The buzz of a metropolis can feel so wrong,
though its not the coyote, but the city that doesn't belong. |