A coyote moment

The cat rushes excitedly to the window and jumps on the sill in an exuberant leap. See! See!

And so we do, peering through the glass. The coyote traverses the snow, dusky brush tail, eyes and nose full of purpose. It stalks in the morning light, looking for its meal under the oaks.

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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