Chuck Toll - Coyotes in the Suburbs

“There goes the neighborhood, ” coyotes mutter
Under the old mesquite. They hear the sounds
Of human traffic and eye new stucco mounds
That now deface their canyon with a shudder.

The world of man does not bear close inspection:
The wives seem brash and loud, as do their spouses.
And judging from the racket in the houses,
Their cubs need stronger guidance and correction.

“But let’s be fair, they’ve brought along their rats
And trash cans redolent with unseen treats
Just begging to be emptied on the streets.
And we can hope they’ll share their cats….”

In trade for uncouth noise and ways untoward
The new arrivals brought their smorgasbord.

Chuck Toll

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