{"sf1_id":321463,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Coyote (Poem)","author":"AbelNezumi","words":212,"posted_at":"2011-12-30T05:43:00.000Z","tags":["Coyote","Dark","Hate","Love","Male","Poem","Poetry","Romance","time"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/321463-coyote-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/321463","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=321463\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wilderness has been long forgotten,\n\nAnd all that remains is the desert.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe coyote wanders this desert, but he does not fear.\n\nFood will come in its time. Water will come later.\n\nI seek this coyote, in the desert, in this dry plain.\n\nI seek the one who wanders alone;\n\nI desire to wander with him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis food is not of the body, but of the heart.\n\nI watch him eat to his content, then wander on.\n\nNothing has happened.\n\nHe is not full and he is not hungry.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy heart is a starving child,\n\nAnd I scream as he eats.\n\nI tell him it is poison. I tell him it is rotting and already too late.\n\nBut it is I who am poisoned.\n\nHe knows I am dying, and in that moment\n\nI hate him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOne day, I will be weaned.\n\nI will no longer cry out in mourning.\n\nAs the sun rises over this eternal field,\n\nWe find each other curled,\n\nAnd we shall feast.\n\nI shall tear his flesh from his side,\n\nAnd he from mine,\n\nUntil the light touches nothing but the bones,\n\nStill wet from our dripping mouths.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe are content in our death.\n\nWe have no more to eat.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}