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Thunder Sandwich #23 |
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Ben Hiatt |
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Heard a coyote talking Heard a quavering coyote voice this morning in the dark. Quiet. Far down the ridge. Did not even wake The town dogs up. No full blown yodel, this. Just a quiet one-way conversation with the sky. I would not have noticed had I not been sipping 5 a.m. coffee in the outside dark. No lustful bragging in his voice. No challenging the dogs to race across the draw and down along the south fork canyon walls. I seemed to hear acknowledgement that his work was done for another night as he centered himself to await what the day and light would bring. Later, while I rinsed the empty cup I heard, again, inside my head that quiet, haunting call and these words came to bridge his workday world to mine. |