The Coyote and The Mouse
When not a poet of great renown
perhaps I should tell you a story with a frown
as a golf course Marshall my job is somewhat akin to being a diplomat
keeping the pace of play
that makes impatient golfers happy and gay
I have a numbing early morning shift on Saturday
believe you me I might rather be sleeping away
but being mostly alone on this early morning shift
natural beauty is not to be missed
deer, rabbits, foxes, falcons and increasingly lean and hungry coyotes
and I see in front of me a coyote joyfully playing
Oh my isn’t that nice creature cute
he is dancing and prancing and tossing something up in the air
my goodness it is a mouse and he is part of the coyote’s deadly game
the brave mouse rises on his hind legs for a final defence
but he is no Repicheep from the Chronicles of Narnia
and is gobbled up
the coyote smiles as he witnesses my horror and fascination
and trots away
just another hunting day
and blissfully ignorant to what I have seen
the golfers continue to play their game
Robert K. Stephen
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