A Poem for Coyote

This poem came to me at 4:30AM after taking the pup outside to do her biz-ness. I was the second night in a row the coyotes were making a ruckus nearby. Against better judgement, I always let the cats out then so that they don't bother me at 5:30 when I'm trying to get just a little bit more shut eye before starting the day. Anyway, here's what I remember of the poem.

You are out there and I know it.

You are wild and I am glad, but

To be wild is to be hungry.

To win is to survive, is to kill.

Your pack is a team

Of worthy hunters.

Your calls thrill and chill me.

I root for you, but not in my backyard.

In the morning I wake and count two cats at the door.

I am relieved, you did not score at my house last night.