Big coyote energy
Sets the lights a’flashing
Warning bells alarmed by
Mistakes rolling downhill growing
Exponentially as each solution goes awry
The stakes are getting higher, and the tension’s rising fast
Each decision leading swiftly to the next thwarted intention
A moment in the chaos the realization makes a showing that this slapstick
Plot comedic can be halted if not reversed with some deep breaths and
A belly laugh rather than with getting seriously ingrained
In the drama of the moment in the fear of what could be
The bolting horse is slowing down
The calm is settling into the
Furrows and the divots
Fate left in the passing
Farewell Coyote bye
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Below is a photo of my beloved Pasha, the Equine Saint of Panic, sometimes known as He Who Should Not Be Tied.
He runs gallantly in my dreams, and always in my heart his hoofbeats sing.
