Coyotes, Gods, and Other Critters

Where I live, there is a bounty on Coyotes.  You can get five bucks for a pair of ears.  Coyotes are cunning, conniving, crafty, creative, and cruel.  They play games to wile away the time.  Coyotes are moon critters.  They wax and wane to a symphony of tides.  They are shrewd, and wild, and devious.  Coyotes answer to no one except moon agitation.  Native Americans call Coyotes tricksters.  Imported American Aliens call Coyotes sinister.  Coyotes are secretive and silent unless agitated by the moon.

There is always a bounty on Gods.  A verifiable picture of one would be worth millions.  They are cunning, conniving, crafty, creative, and cruel as well.  They play games to wile away their timelessness.  Gods are sun critters.  God’s laws wax and wane to a symphony of cultures.  They are wily, wild, and untamed.  Gods answer to no one except yin and yang.  Native American Indians call everything God.  Imported American Aliens call God in his distant sanctuary.  Gods are secretive and silent unless provoked by another critter.

The other critters are along for the ride.  Bunny rabbits, pixies, poodles, centaurs, humans and all the others roam the space between Coyotes and Gods.  They are earth critters.  They worship the sun and the heavens.  They fear Coyotes and Gods.

I am just another critter.  I have DNA of both Coyote and God.  I have DNA of all the other critters, porcupine, squid, elf, and a myriad of other manifestations of star dust.

The lives of Coyotes, Gods, and other critters are interwoven.  They are the triad that makes existence entertaining and challenging in a life and death sort of way.

Welcome to our world.