coyote runs along the river
offer their roots to the rythm
which is deeper
moving with the sun
my memories are a 4-legged song.
I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees.
They have watched me.
And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes.
WHEN I have seen them trot away, when I have stepped from the floorboard of my truck, leaned on the door, and watched them as they watched me over their shoulders, I have been aware for that moment of how much more there is.
Of how I have only seen an instant of a broad and rich life."
Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild