I could tell you how I do it.
Spin a yarn about how I pounce on field mice under a full moon. Or how I chase jackrabbits into briar patches that ensnare them for me.
Sure, I could tell you how I face down raccoons at tossed-over garbage cans. Or how I run down half-starved or sickly does or fawns, if I’m up for it.
There are so many ways to tell you.
But somehow, I doubt you would be interested.
retreating
that grin on your face
coyote
awaiting your next
perfect trick
Over at dVerse, where Dora hosts Poetics today, we write about any animal or creature, real or mythological, that is a metaphor for how we confront the blank page.
The Pub is open! Come join us!


Leave a reply to msjadeli Cancel reply