Some call them hipsters – or maybe that term has lost its edge. If you have spent any time in a large city, you’ve seen these denizens of the urban landscape. Fear them? Respect them? Avoid them? Or, perhaps, join them.
Urban Coyotes
Me?
I am the pure embodiment
Of wild –
This thick-flowing beard?
This shows my true
Nature
These skin-tight jeans?
These can’t help
But catch
Your eye
And as I strut out
In my skinny shiny shoes
Perhaps to get a hand-crafted latte
Or a lavender-infused cocktail
Ensconced in a tiny
Delicate wood-carved box
Yes as I walk down
The city street
I bring out everyone’s
Inner
Howl
Because I
Am the urban
Coyote.
Now where
Did I put
My scooter?
