“Mother and I had hoped to come here years ago, ”
Old Coyote raised his ‘rita, silently saluting his mate,
“But with the annual litter, all those mouths to feed,
We always seemed to have too much on our plate.
“But when the population boom exploded everywhere,
The stupid wolves, bear and cougars refused to lie low.
What did they expect, scaring people silly eating livestock?
And suddenly all our natural predators-gone at a blow!
“It felt like winning a trip to Disney World, only better!
I admit, the Seven Mile Bridge stumped us for a while,
But that hurricane alert that forced evacuation of the Keys
Invited us to slide on down. The memory makes me smile.
“We do miss the Northern Lights from time to time
But sunsets here, and the Green Flash! Ah, sublime!
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