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By Damian Koshnick
We are surprised when the coyote
swiftly limps down a city street,
only to settle into the open cooler of a coffee shop
beside cans of soda and bottled water to
cool off and ice an injured leg.
Cities are an odd nature the coyote must feel,
a dangerous nature which grumbles in unlikely ways,
and swarms and honks, with staring, upright animals
that yell between very tall, oddly placed hills.
Or, we are amazed by the leggy-moose that lifts itself up
out of the river’s original thoroughfare that winds through town.
This kind of event makes us think we should call someone,
that surely there is a department for other animals that
places moose back where they ought to be.
Or there is that moment when we might see a mother duck,
who leads her procession of small ducklings through a crosswalk.
That awakens a deep instinct in us; it may even change the course of our day.
We might follow them for blocks, between houses, and we might even stop traffic,
to see that others make way for these creatures,
like visiting dignitaries that we live near, but know so little about.