Sports socks hug my feet underneath my Kodiak boots
Only my calves are feeling sore.
Outdoors in the country, western edge of the lake
Miles and miles from the city store.
Then I spot some coyote, wily and wizened
I spot him in the midst of a feast
So I crouch low and bury my body
So low that I start to smell the ground's yeast.
A wave of nausea overtakes me
Then I turn over and upchuck, I heave
Sirens go off in my head, a high-pitched whine
Finally face the sun, wipe my mouth on a sleeve.
I peek at the coyote chowing down on his loot
He slurps and smacks oblivious
I am afraid to move for wild game means so much
Here near the lake, luscious and lascivious.
What's that I hear, a cough, a gurgle?
My oxygen saturation must be running low
So I take a chance and look again, I figure what the heck?
Things could be worse, I could have a hole in my sock toe.
That coyote ate so much, so fast
He could not digest all of his prize
He regurgitated, vomited and barfed
Now he's hungy again, oh what a surprise
He's spotted my weary bones,
I can't wait for the sunrise.
