Cry of the Coyote

A poem about a certain section of The Pearl by John Steinback. I wrote this for my English assignment. It's the part where they are escaping towards the mountains. Hope you enjoy!
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Cry of the Coyote

The thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
crashing through the trees and bushes,
the pounding of my blood was ringing through my ears.
I felt fear slither up my spine,
getting an eerie shiver up my back,
telling me that things are not going to go my way.
Feeling the fear of my family,
like a black mamba when cornered,
I will strike to protect.
I shall protect my family and the pearl,
like a hungry lion that protects his food, it's ferocity when one gets in the way.

The pearl is supposed to be my families savior,
that is exactly what it's doing,
Juana just doesn't understand.
The pearl came to us,
hearing Coyotito's cry for help and our desperate call.
She is helping us, she is our hero, the one who represents the wanting of whom it may concern.
Juana says I've gone mad,
but in reality I'm just helping the hand that is feeding us hope, while she is biting and ripping it to shreds.
She has many names:
Savior, Hope, Prosperity,....
Chance.

Realizing where I am once again I take a look around the 20 foot trees.
The green tops darkened by the night sky,
with the small bright stars sprinkled about.
Hiding behind the raspberry bush with red berries strewn about on the floor,
while a few are still hanging on to the small twig like branches.
Peering through the shrubbery I see my prey.
Quickly forming a plan to take them out I go in for the kill, but then I heard it.
It was a howl greatly representing a Coyote pup, but I knew it was my pup, my little baby son Coyotito.

Then I heard it, the words, the hunters, they were going to shoot him!
I'm not going to let that happen!
Seeing red, vaguely hearing a gunshot in the background, I crash through the bushes and sweep my bare knuckles at the surprised hunters.
Knocking out one I take his gun and shoot him and the others.
I let out a howl that sounds like a full grown coyote.
Next thing I knew, there are the newly made corpses of the hunters.
I felt a satisfying feeling rush over me,
but there it was again, the eerie shiver running up my spine.

Walking over to my wife I see a red stained shawl that was normally blue and a red stained hand,
......and a quiet Coyotito.
Looking closer I realise that the red was blood, looking up I see a broken and tear stained face of Juana.
Cradling the child closer,
agonizingly slow, she moves her hand and showed Coyotito, but his head was missing
Blood steadily dripping out and cascading down onto the now purple shawl and the forest, bordering mountain, floor.
My fists clench and I take a look at Jauna and see she is thinking the same thing as me.......
Get rid of the pearl.
She steadily stands up and I help her with one hand, while the other closes around the accursed pearl.

Walking to the beach shore we stand there in silence.
Listening to the birds chirping late at night.
Feeling the the waves crashing into our legs.
Seeing Coyotito's blood mixing in with the crystal clear waters.
The metallic smell of blood swirling around our nostrils.
The taste of the salty air in our mouths as one of us breaths no longer.

Feeling the adrenaline wear off after standing on the shore for sometime I finally let go
Throwing the pearl back to the ocean I fall to my knees as I let out one last strangled howl into the night sky.