crow lit a camel, "night or day?"
"always day." said coyote.
"really? never would a guessed."
"ole' lonely finds me at dusk, crow."
coyote took a drink.
midnight thirteen.
he's howling outside my window.
god damn hound of the baskervilles.
his nose raw red with muddied mane,
sullen beast wails to no kindred echo
like a man left suddenly widowed.
i hit the flood light to send him packing.
"closing time boys." the bartender
wiped down the bar.
crow threw down a quarter and
coyote licked his lip, left the bar
and crossed the street
into darkness.
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