The Coyote, The Dog and
Phyllis Peterson Levine
of Frazier when my old dog Rosebud put her muzzle on my thigh. I've always had
dogs. I'm old now and she will probably be my last. She looked into my eyes and
I knew she needed to go out one last time before bed. She followed me to the
back door where I pushed my shoulder into the door so that the lock would turn
and I flipped on the floodlight in the backyard. Rosie quickly took care of
business but instead of coming back inside, like she usually did, she darted
from the illuminated area of the yard and disappeared into the darkness. Rosie,
Rosie, I called in a hushed voice. I didn't want to disturb the neighbors.
Come here Rosie, I called.
searching the darkness when off to the right a movement caught my eye. Walking
stiff legged and very slowly with its tail between its legs, a large coyote
came into the light. It turned its eyes towards me and they glowed golden. A
chill came over me. I thought about Rosie. She was old and domesticated, no
match for a wild animal. She had never
seen a coyote. Would she think it was a dog and get too close?
crocs on and stepped outside. I watched the coyote slink across the yard with
Rosie walking cautiously a few feet behind. I followed them into the darkness
until I couldn't see either one and then I froze.
dark I realized how unnatural I had become.
creative nonfiction short story,
“Connect The Dots,” appeared in the first edition (Fall/2017) of the Gordon
of her poems appeared in the Cuyahoga
Community College Literary Journal, The Breakwall.
an Associate in Art degree from Tri-C, and she’s worked as a stay-at-home mom.
Noelle Richardson comes from a relatively
large family and has been illustrating and painting for about twelve years. She
writes a little on the side, plays a couple of instruments and dabbles in