Poem #241

coyote sat on a throne of branches
yip, yip, yip, he decreed
rabbit complied as best she could
deer committed the order to memory
wolf went on his business
crow started a revolution
bobcat scratched at the throne
the branches snapped
and coyote fell to the ground
twisting his hind leg
four years later he still lifts it extra

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