The eye sees what it wants to
One headlight
A creaky door opens
The coyotes posed atop of the hill
Wishes coat the iris
The truth is hazy
The screams pierce the veins
The chains rattle
One headlight
It follows
It steers
The street dogs howl in unison
The doors open
No one is there
The chains hum
The road is dark
The eyes blank
Words are mute
No saviors to behold
One headlight
It beams
It squirts
One headlight
It bleeds
It bleeds
It cries
Farewell
Categories: death, Health, mental health, poetry, Psychology, supernatural
Mimi, glad I don’t have to contend with Coyotes. We’ve had a few close encounters with snakes while we were up at Byron Bay recently and that was enough.
Your poem is so beautifully moving. I really enjoyed it..even if it is a little chilling.
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Thanks! Hope things are going well. How is the weather down under these days?
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Very Halloween. I watch the coyotes walk on the canal behind my backyard while sitting on the couch. They are really quite shy. And wily (sp?) and creepy sounding when they catch something. Good post1
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Oh wow. What a front row show you have! Im so scared of them.
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Yes, I have been up close and personal with several. They usually just look at me or run away. I have pepper spray. Yesterday morning I sat on the couch and listened to a group of them cackling as they caught something. Ugh, so creepy sounding.
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