Mother Nature she knows best
The Coyotes are supreme
It makes no difference what men think
Their place here of esteem
Is guaranteed for ever
For clearly they hit the spot
On earth they are so vital
Unlike hunters who are not
To decorate a wire fence
With corpses shows us they
Have taken on ANUBIS
And some day they will pay
At the moment they feel pumped up
But when cancer Hits the scene
Sometime in the future
Then they will wish they had been
Compassionate to creatures
But by then it will be too late
They dug their own graves all of them
And that will be their fate
Hunters left dead coyotes strung up on fences
An act of hatred to the wild life that they will most certainly pay for
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.