talking with a coyote

yesterday was another weirdly warm day,

 too warm for jeans.

after supper while i was doing some fabric reclamation 

picking some really bad embroidery out of a piece of linen

to make paper with.

i heard them,

the coyote family i've been paying attention to all year.

i went out on my porch to listen, marveling at the warm evening

(and still pissed off about picking up a tick in it

-yes- 

in my YARD)

the family was spread out, some responding from pretty far off and then one howled

just across the road in the brush by my neighbors house, a young one!

then it barked. barked again. so i barked. quiet, then another bark. i barked.

and an exchange ensued, coyote kid and crone in training barking. 

i don't speak coyote, but i have been listening all year,

and i've never heard a single coyote bark for so long,

responding to my cadence and short barks,

so i know there was reciprocation. 

i finally stopped, afraid that that one's curiosity might tempt it across the road

which would not be good. 

my heart sang, or rather barked, all night long.

~~~

two books are brewing

a loom book and a landscape book.

loom book dummy:

it's blurry, but:

                                    and now to build a bigger and better loom book

                                              and see what my needle weaves.