2005-08-25

Edge


through prairie grasses
coyote's voice dances freely
a howl or a laugh?

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah, finally, the coyote's TRUE calling comes out...he, too, is a poet.

Just don't laugh too loudly, coyote. Not yet.

coyote said...

Ya think? Just maintaining my coyote mystique, Nonny.

4th Dwarf said...

Coyote, when did all you ESI poets have that doggerel fest?

I tried to find the posting in the archives but couldn't track it down.

Conch Shell said...

Nothing but his pawprints remain,
Shallow, temperate,
Leaving broken grass
That will wilt, die, then rise again

Agatha said...

Conch Shell, I'm detecting a little Christian imagery in your latest verse.

Conch Shell said...

Perhaps that's Buddhist imagery, dear old woman. Maybe Coyote was leaving some karma behind in the wake of his destruction.

4th Dwarf said...

Oh, yes, the Martinis with Dude thread where Coyote got something very unfortunate started with:

Candy is dandy...
The Dude has 'tude.

The under-employed-watcher -of-all-things-blog said...

Ah yes, the Dude.

Well, on that very topic...
For those of us close to the pirate, or the dwarf, or the dwarf-like pirate, OR for those not close at all, but who have figured out connections that might frazzle a normal person's brain:

I find it MIGHTY interesting that Mr. P and/or Mr. D and/or Mr. D-like P. is being referred to, by goodness-only-knows-whom, as a "Dude," on his personal, hip, hipster-loving, site-gone-blog.

Mere coincidence? I think not.

4th Dwarf said...

It's Mr. D.

First name Fourth. Last name Dwarf. Yes, I have a middle name. No, I'm not going to tell you what it is.

And I think even those close to me will agree, I'm no dude.