Coyote Crossing

Out on hiway 95
just north of New Meadows
he leapt from the shadows
out onto the asphalt
about 25 yards ahead,
glanced up at my windshield,
bold, muscular and joyous,
without breaking stride
to take my measure —
me in my hurtling machine —
then vanished back into the trees.

 

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