Without hummingbird’s gravelly persistence,
behind and to the left,
red-shouldered hawk’s cries
atop bending cypress
would have spread sound
into shared broad-winged flight.
But I miss that
to turn
and find coyote beside me.
Announcing myself, he looks.
Iridescent ones flit through shadow.
Adjusting his snout,
and partially lowering his haunches, he negotiates
whether to have a seat or trot away.
Hummingbirds scatter as he heads southward.

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