City Coyotes by Norbert Krapf They say coyotes slink all the way downtown in this Midwestern city and sleep curled up in doorways of shops. I wouldn’t mind seeing one as we have no dogs or cats, inside or out, but so far it’s been only rabbits and peregrine falcons, one of which our cigarette-inhaling son saw take out a plump pigeon, feathers settling on pink roses. Maybe at night when no moon shines they trot past our door, not satisfied with tiny chipmunks, and take their sly unending hunt elsewhere up and down dim streets sniffing for larger, more appetizing live meat padding in the dark. Norbert Krapf, former Indiana poet laureate, has recently published his 12th poetry collection, The Return of Sunshine , about his Colombian-German-American grandson. He is completing a collection of poems for children and a prose memoir about his writing life, Homecomings .
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