Don’t ask me why
coyotes cry
they cry in pain
they do
how meaningless are humans
with empty words they do
allow their fellow humans
to lay traps in the wild
to just be so deceitful
to what is each wild child
we stumble always needing
a safe passage everywhere
the likes of Canada Goose
who masquerade as if we were
skulking lurking demons
when in fact we are angel souls
caught up in your furtive
surreptitious lying roles
making out you are wholesome
and fair but evil guys
Profiting from blood and sweat
you keep it under wraps
too many denials
about those steel toed traps
contravening sanity
our protest no one hears
to wear our precious skins and furs
soaked in blood and tears.
to open doors and advertise
and expect humans to buy
the insensitive to part with cash
really on a lie
we Coyotes have as many rights
as any wild soul here
and murdering us so badly
and not wanting to hear
our howls our grief our agony
lying dying we
know how awfully spurious
you are and we can see
the sky above
the trees around
our eyes are closing and we
were cheated out of life
because of your wholesale dupery
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.