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Coyotes and Indians

We removed the air conditioner from the window last week, so now I can hear the forest through the screen.  Several nights, I heard crashing in the woods, but couldn't see the culprit.  Last night, I finally spotted him-a beautiful, large coyote in the prime of health, running across our yard.  The wild ones don't seem to run so much as dance, suspended on tippy-toe.  He heard me at the window and paused, poised,  to stare at me.  Tonight, a wild grey kitty snacked at our compost pile; he ran off when I went out to give him some kitty kibble, skulking back minutes later to gobble.