IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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COYOTE SKULL: A LESSON FOR A CHILD

Michael L. Johnson

These two holes are where his wet nostrils sniffed the scent of his prey. And these two are where his keen eyes observed the look of his prey. And these two are where his furry ears heard the sound of his prey. And this one is where his sharp white teeth chewed the flesh of his prey. And this one is where a hollow-point slug smashed its thoughtless way.

 
 
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