Under the cover of night
a lone coyote travels east,
hoping to find
the next big feast.
He spots a metal fence
and squeezes beneath,
smelling a rabbit into
which he could sink his teeth.
Past rows and rows
of stone plinths he passes,
no two the same
amidst the grass patches.
The coyote wonders
what they could be for…
“strange beasts, the furless ones”,
he mutters as he explores.
It’s quiet here…
without the screeching
of those metallic demons,
the air smells more clear…
but there’s nothing here
for the coyote to eat.
Flowers, pretty as they may be,
are no feast for one who eats meat.
He scrabbles out
the same way he came in,
and trots along
the blackened path again.
30/30 Challenge II Day 24 Prompt – a strange night-time event
Tyler DeWriter 