While
folding a shirt
I
saw a shape out the window,
moving
through the trees.
My
breath caught in my throat,
and,
automatically, I locked my doors.
But it was only the coyotes
going
to the lake for water.
Their pointy faces shown up at me
Their pointy faces shown up at me
in
the sun. I put the shirt in a stack
with
jeans and socks, and relaxed,
thinking
how much my view has changed.
Here,
even the predators are my neighbors.
They
only want what I want.
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