Nowhere To Go

“By now, I was familiar with every curve and outline of a coyote. But I didn’t expect to find one here, and I don’t think he expected to find himself here, either…To the north, those houses were breeding like humans. To the south, the city was installing a golf course. I know a wild animal is wild and anything suggesting otherwise is a fairy tale. When the gates of Eden finally swung open, the animals made a firm decision. They fled, never again to befriend the creature responsible for destroying paradise…He didn’t move, but shifted his eyes again. Then he looked back at me and tilted his head. One of us had to move, and I think he wanted it to be him. But he didn’t know where to go.”

Animal, Mineral, Radical: Essays on Wildlife, Family, and Food by BK Loren

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