a mourning cloak’s black velvet
Category: critters
winter wind
porcupine napping
on the latrine
Coyote Winter
When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.
written in snow
the epic journey
of a mouse
coyote
whose woods these are
while we sleep
bodies
on the side of the road
ready for winter
aviary vulture
the unyielding bones
of its cage
death in autumn
that inevitable cliché // the deplorable rightness of nature
safety orange
among blood-colored leaves—hunting season
praying mantis
the sacrament’s
exoskeleton
do I stay green
in the autumn wind
katydid
felled on migration
the clouds in his eyes
