Boedicea P. Fox


No coyotes howl

But I keep on listening

And just hear myself

This rock was seen at Wild Mountain campsite, above a tall lookout rock from which a group of us watched the sunset. I sketched it quickly as darkness fell.

Several people on the trip noticed that we had not heard coyotes howl the entire time. This made we wonder why, and I never stooped listening for them. I didn’t hear the coyotes, but I did spend a lot of time in contemplative thought—hence the haiku


A sketch of a rock resembling a howling coyote head


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