Looking through the grate
In the carrier,
Into the eyes frightened by this change.
Promising her
She will not be in danger anymore.
I drive away from the farm
Knowing this life is not going to be a coyote’s meal.
Looking through the grate
In the carrier,
Into the eyes frightened by this change.
Promising her
She will not be in danger anymore.
I drive away from the farm
Knowing this life is not going to be a coyote’s meal.