There may be a coyote in the garden:
he should not be there –
we are too far south
and daylight is abroad
He may have the smoothness of a wolf
and the ferocity of a socialist:
he may be waiting for me
to say the wrong thing, or the right thing
in a wrong way
A bear once invaded
a town just up the road,
but they could not find him;
he may have slipped across his own border
and out of sight, like a missile
Perhaps he will join forces
with the coyote
to frighten ordinary people
Ordinary people are
easily
frightened
The coyote’s name is Heisenberg:
he may still be there –
everyone knows what to do
and they are all wrong