Poor coyote

When a coyote inadvertently
Gets caught up in a trap
It becomes a waking nightmare
Such misery such crap
Heaving hoping somehow
Trying to get free
Hoping it is possible
Before she comes for me

That trapper
Bridget Wilcox
Uneasy and prostrate
fretting and sufferIng terribly
For that’s what it’s all about
Writhing aching bleeding
Angst-ridden from the thought
Agitated and foaming
And what she see’s is sport

Martyred by this little bitch
Fatigued and careworn
Despairing doomed and despondent
Feeling very torn
A chafing kind of tenderness
And then I hear her, she
Is coming and I look into her eyes
Cold deadened we
Really knew the outcome
The pistol in her hand
Aimed it right between my eyes
It’s hard to understand

How cold how uninspiring
How hideous she be
Ugly and satanic
It just felt unseemly
A snap and it was over
The baller in my brain
The finality of living
The killer was insane

Not an ounce of empathy
A frightfully shocking face
Before the bullet hit me
She smiled what a disgrace
A women possibly a mother
A nurturer perhaps
Able to kill me in cold blood
Like one of the chaps