A roar. My rear legs step back. But I’m half out of the brush. Curious.
What approaches?
A man. Seated on what makes the thunder. An “ATV,” I’ve heard humans say.
Our eyes meet.
I half-step back.
He stares, but he comes no closer.
I almost smile. Can he possibly know how this encounter changes his life?
More thunder. More men come. I back into the bush.
Leaving him to wonder at the sight of me.
Colorado sky
that glimpse of coyote
still remains
Kim hosts dVerse tonight. We are to write a poem about an animal in a human way. I write about an actual encounter I had with a coyote while riding ATVs in the Colorado Rockies. This time, I explore the encounter through that coyote’s eyes.
Frank J. Tassone 
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