Witness

[summer_jackel]

I rode my pony into a gray evening
with stormclouds roiling and the livid salmon
sunset showing through in patches.
The sodden vineyard was full of puddles, and in one
a mallard landed inelegantly. Then slipped
a small gray shadow in a patch of thick new grass
glancing sideways before it disappeared.
Coyote---just a flash of slender swiftness in the dark.
I turned back to leave her to her hunting,
and the drake to evading her if he could,
because the threatened rain had come;
Best to leave them to their private dialog,
although I wonder what happened.