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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem