Between your snores, the night silence
is broken only by
Coyotes
Their cries distant and lonely – searching
for a partner in the darkness
or food
Unlike you, they shun the politics
affecting their environment, but
you, a news fanatic, eat those scraps
hungrily before sleeping
No summits, no mass mobs of complaint,
or rallies
for these skulking creatures
of moss covered glens
just mangy, shadowy runners
skirting and hiding under
star-filled skies
running hard – hunger-driven
and solitary
hoping for leftovers and distance
from the upright humans
who scatter garbage and leftovers
everywhere
and snore into the dawn
from behind
screened windows
casting a blue light into the darkness