February 7, 2015


The coyote,
once alone
in late evening,
crossed the pond
seeking mice…muskrat
and then after journeying
the north edge,
retraced tracks,
pulling up on the
south side
and through
that hole in the fence.

I have met him before
and know his hang outs.
Six magpies rest in bare branches
above purple snow.  What remains?

The air these days, is biting.


©Kathleen Moors



Frazey is coming to folk fest this summer, Kidz.

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