“There goes the neighborhood, ” coyotes mutter <br />Under the old mesquite. They hear the sounds <br />Of human traffic and eye new stucco mounds <br />That now deface their canyon with a shudder. <br /> <br />The world of man does not bear close inspection: <br />The wives seem brash and loud, as do their spouses. <br />And judging from the racket in the houses, <br />Their cubs need stronger guidance and correction. <br /> <br />“But let’s be fair, they’ve brought along their rats <br />And trash cans redolent with unseen treats <br />Just begging to be emptied on the streets. <br />And we can hope they’ll share their cats….” <br /> <br />In trade for uncouth noise and ways untoward <br />The new arrivals brought their smorgasbord.<br /><br />Chuck Toll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coyotes-in-the-suburbs/
