Coyote and the Owls, Wordage'

 

Coyote

Soft jog with a little bounce 

from one front yard to the next. 

A hunters dance, 

We spot him and he spots us, eye contact 

 a quick head turn and off after a little white tail. 

Till the next time we meet go in peace.

Great Horn Owls 

Silent, like a breath being held

a bellow of hoots in tandem a sound from a inner chamber. 

Still I sat, listening to the song, guessing

 the where about of the couple. 

One by one,  flew to other tree tops, 

Silent again in awe as I witness these early morning friends.