I am coyote.
I do not have the strength of a wolf.
I do not bring down deer or elk.
I do not howl deeply,
or stir fear in men.
I hunt mice and rabbits,
bark more than bellow,
pounce rather than chase,
and run from any human I see.
But take me out of the mountains,
away from the lakes and rivers,
and drop me in the canyons of LA or Phoenix,
and I will out survive all others.
Among the trails of asphalt,
swimming pool waterholes,
and prey of poodles and beagles,
I am king.
So as the cities destroy the forest,
throw me to the wolves.
I will return leading the pack.