On a long monotonous reservation road <br />trickster phantasm's mischievous eyes <br />suddenly gleam against my headlights <br />a grinning apparition of tradition <br />I slam the brakes down so hard <br />I'll feel aftershock pain in my spine <br />for weeks to come <br />Gritty slide and squeal of panicked tires reeling back <br />against fuel injected momentum <br />The absence of oncoming traffic a small blessing <br />as I cross lanes and regain control <br />mere inches from goat head infested ravines <br />Coyote stares me down grinning <br />without saying a word <br />but those raving ancient eyes tell me <br />I should stop taking this life <br />for granted<br /><br />Charles Darkly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spily-y-coyote/
