The Laughter of Coyotes

Last week I mentioned that I was working on a poem about coyotes. They are plentiful here, judging by the amount of noise I hear at night. As for sightings, I don’t recall that I’ve seen one since we arrived. They are masters of camouflage with their gray-brown fur and their capacity to conceal themselves.

I’ve lived within earshot of coyotes in vario…