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Dream, July 5, 2006

Coyote has crept into the house

up from the ravine where he

has followed deer from the county

into the city along Herring Run.

I go to rescue the cat

in the living room, fend off

the intruder by kicking at it,

kicking my wife in her calf

as I thrash about asleep,

waking myself up with a laugh

as Jen punches me in the shoulder,

rolls over, and falls back to sleep.

At night, these predators

creep into our life like doubt,

wild, uninvited, but something

we live with, fence out, fend off

when it gets too close, and listen

to at dusk as it calls from far off,

lonely, seeking insecurity, its mate.

We shudder at its untamability,

its reminder to huddle close

against the darkness

just beyond our embrace.