Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Barbed-Wire Fence

The bright light pinned the coyote behind a barbed-wire fence
He was thin and weather-beaten
And he had some miles on him
You could see his ribs as his chest heaved
His ears quivered and his tail hung low, almost between his legs
His fur had been torn in many places and was running to white
His body was scratched and sore and his left hind leg bled
He stood perfectly still, except for the quivering and his chest heaving
I'd kill you if I could, his golden eyes said; what do I do now?
He was magnificent

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