Coyotes

I saw two coyotes in the pasture yesterday.
They saw me first and stopped
to watch with questioning, amber eyes,
Then turned and trotted silently away.

I regretted insufficient light.
It was early, the sun not risen.
Threadbare fields swallowed them up.
Their forms faded quickly from my sight.

I could not guess their destination
or follow to find their winter den.
They were a part of another world
beyond the scope of exploration.

Howling memories sneak through the fence
like coyotes, who lurk about the yard.
Their delicate presence recalls another world
beyond the scope of sense.