The Old Coyote Poem by Nick krakana

At 36 below
He was sunning
In the snow

Our first encounter
Was an odd one to see
As he emerged
From beneath a spruce tree

Calmly and sure
Observing the dogs and me
A weathered look
He presented to me

It cast his shadow sublime
Of hard cold winters
Endured in his time

I whistled to him
For I thought he a stray
Glancing subtlety back at me
This moment I'll always carry with me

Then again early today
I spotted him sunning away

His grey face and slow movement
Endeared him to me
Giving thought we two
Are closer to eternity

Nick Krakana
January 12th 2020