City coyotes prey on house cats. The LOST CAT signs haunt power poles. At this hour, one coyote pauses in the street to stare at me as I pause my midnight walk to stare at him. Do coyotes hunt humans? Not yet, I suppose, but those coyotes have lost their fear of us. I imagine it's just a matter of time before a small adult or child is bitten. Afterward, journalists will do their best to create a panic. Every dog will suddenly be a possible coyote. Cat owners will keep their felines inside. We'll see those little pumas fuming in living room windows as songbirds, rodents, and wild rabbits celebrate their reprieve from their most ambitious predators— from those mass murderers. Wait, am I rooting for the coyotes? Perhaps, perhaps. Growing up on the rez, I learned that coyotes created the world and then promptly began to mock everything that they'd created. That makes theological sense. Gods love to make fools of men and women. Look at me, the fool engaged in a midnight staredown with a city coyote. "Hey, coyote," I say. "I'm an atheist so I don't believe that you're any kind of god. The trick is on you." But then that coyote takes one step toward me. Fighting the urge to run, I backpedal and stumble, almost fall, and then fart a dozen times. O, Sherman, you secular idiot, you might shrug your shoulders at God but maybe God delivered unto you a city coyote who laughs and laughs as he runs into the dark.
Coyote …. The name of my boat . I told my 90 year old Dad , the day the earth ends, there will be only 2 things left . House flies and coyotes . My Dad said laughing “I bet the women hate that one “ laughing and laughing . I said “why?” He was still laughing and said “housewives and coyotes !” His final days the hearing was pretty gone 😎☮️
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