In the Backyard at Night

In the manner of Ezra Pound’s In the Station the a Metro. In its entirety:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

For those of you who think all poems must be long.

In the Backyard at Night
the clouds drift and cover the full moon.
a coyote carries a dead rabbit in its mouth.


10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kestril Trueseeker
    Mar 26, 2019 @ 12:45:28

    Unlucky for the rabbit, but coyotes need to eat too.


  2. sanaarizvi
    Mar 26, 2019 @ 13:22:44

    This is succinct and chilling!


  3. anmol(alias HA)
    Mar 26, 2019 @ 14:14:03

    Quite an image — unsettling and alluring at once! 🙂


  4. Susie Clevenger
    Mar 26, 2019 @ 18:03:52

    Yes, a poem doesn’t have to be long to be full of impact. This one certainly is.


  5. kim881
    Mar 27, 2019 @ 05:20:08

    Short but not so sweet and full of story.


  6. annell4
    Mar 27, 2019 @ 10:28:09

    For Poets United, midweek motif, I wrote the same poem…only longer.


  7. coalblack
    Mar 27, 2019 @ 10:32:26

    When I let Zacky Peanut out after dark I have to go out with him, with a flashlight, because there are coyotes in the area. He is bigger than the dogs they are known for messing with, but still. Not letting any coyote get my baby boy.


    • kanzensakura
      Mar 27, 2019 @ 11:04:46

      I just don’t understand these people who let their animals run around unsupervised at night, knowing about coyotes. Although they have to eat too, I would rather they rout out a raccoon or a possum rather than my much loved pet. Coyotes can be froshus.

      Sent from Mail for Windows 10



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