blood powdered the two-lane blacktop
a thin garnet film interspersed
with bits of bone flesh and gray hair
not unlike yours old friend or mine.
slowing down I slid past the site
where old coyote breathed his last
under a knobby pickup tire
his pointed skull lay flattened wide
trickster brains meringued on asphalt
his old lady beside the road
shifted her mangy weight from paw
to grieving paw then stared me down
as I respectfully passed on
knowing she’d dart yipping to doom
heedless careless her borrowed life
life that was already long gone
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