I wandered the empty and vast purple sage.
Back leg bad shank. A coyote wheezing in the hot sun.
Never a taunt a coyote he said,
Looks like a lesson well learned.
Droll. Jackrabbits skip across the horizon. So hungry.
I’ll need more of a reason to do that. Or reasons if you want a challenge.
I can see your hunger. A great return. All I ask is the legs.
The horizon is a nice place. With a dead rabbit. Missing legs.
Well, a rabbits still a rabbit. Thank you.
The grin was imbued with curious malevolence.
Now everyday is Tuesday.
Never welch on a deal with a coyote.
Image found here: http://blog.animaticus.com/2011/01/16/festival-countdown—6-days.aspx
Tricksters are tricky.