The wolf is a strong, beautiful creature;
well beloved in myth, well feared in history.
Yet stubborn and reckless, set in the ways,
It’s known for a millenia.
Behold the coyote, less respected, hunted.
It is small, and lacks the power of the proud cousin.
Yet, it is adaptable. A witness to the rise of man it did not scurry into deep forest.
It smiled, and walked through lawns. It stomped on humanity’s footprint and took advantage of the destruction.
Rabbit followed suit and nodded a greeting.
Often seen alone, it stops in the headlights of judgement and stares.
The coyote does have a tribe however. And you’ll often hear them scream in the early hours.
They do it for pleasure, a lost art really.
So, I say this.
I am not a wolf, dear one.
Hiraeth Examined 