It was a coyote
Or a lone wolf
Something savage
It lurked in the shadows
Of dead land
It shouldered the shoulder of interstates and crops
Its scraggly coat
And lowered head
Darting as if in surprise
but no
It was something sage
Something undomesticated
or worse
Something formerly domesticated
Something vengeful
Something worse than rogue
Something savage
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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May 24, 2013 at 5:38 pm
slpmartin
You create a most appropriate mood for the poem with your words.