Hairball

Driving to the post office two miles down the road, a camouflaged coyote sits, watching traffic go by, head swiveling to and fro, ears perking up when I spot her, and we think we speak different languages; Yesterday as I approached our mountain home, a female elk...

One Equal To All

I stand alone, silhouetted by the dawn, queen of the mountain, the hill or nothing at all, tiny speck on a speck of stardust, endlessly orbiting in a vast, wide universe, wondering (do trees and coyotes wonder?), waiting, I suppose, to rejoin the human race after too...