Coyotes In The City: New York - Poem by Chuck Toll
Kayaking on the East River, my daughter
Met a coyote swimming and offered help.
It declined, adding it needed the exercise.
City life is always like that, it complained,
Squirrel snacks and greasy handouts everywhere.
It was going to try Long Island before it burst.
My daughter said she hadn’t known coyotes
Lived in Manhattan or out on Long Island.
“Been in the Big Apple for years, ” it puffed.
Long Island, it explained, was the last stop
On their list, which is why it was headed there.
And anyway, it wanted to see the Hamptons.
“The missus and I are planning to do Key West
Next year if we just get by Seven Mile Bridge.”
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