Sonnet #306

Coyotes know the streets, just so, they know

The nights when lanes are clear

They know the lights change and the fears

When engines rumble in the hills and grow

My friends, my romans, countrymen, you want to know your streets?

Tag coyote where she sleeps, and let

Her walk the night, where quiet footpaws set

And tag the cats and tag the dogs and watch their feet

The streets are only borrowed by all that step

Even we who build and claim to own do not

Own ground: we walk in daylight drive

In all hours and only for a moment hold our spot

And never see a corner or a place where thrive

Seeps in from forests, where wild things plot

Adventures unimagined, life and death

A story of familiar homes where mysteries breathe

*(Author's note: I think sonnets can be a little or short as needed. Still works like a sonnet.)