Mountain Coyote by Sdonja Salley

I hear the water change

  behind my back.

I turn and see the wind,

  starring me in the face.

I cast my lure into a hole

  full of hungry fish.

Silence fills the Void.

I turn to throw my line downstream.

I stop, mid-cast.

A coyote stands

  calf deep in the running water.

Examining me. Assuring himself

  that I am not his dinner.