.coyotes.

with no snow here

there are no tracks

like you see

yet

i notice scratchings

around the sprouting

bulbs and smile

it does not matter which i prefer

flowers or creatures for the choice

is not mine

there are also little holes

here and there .the hope

is all are snug

i too have a break soon

to be quiet

with company

talking is ok yet we let

too much free. things

we felt were precious and particular

and are judged thereby

when i said i do not care

what they think, i think

that is true

after all we mostly do not know

what they think anyhows, only

what they say

then that can be lies

we do not have coyotes

here