Walking with the Dogs

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Location: Piikani Reservation, Alberta

I was just out walking with the dogs. 9:15. I headed South across the field towards the highway in the distance; the lights of the transport trucks guiding my way.

Padding quietly through the snow, all four dogs travel alongside.

Moses stops first, staring into the moonlight. The two older dogs drift away, backwards towards the house lights. “Moses, what is it?” I ask, “What do you see?” I then realize he doesn’t see anything, he smells them.

I continue walking, changing my direction east. I myself am now more aware, walking quietly, listening.

The older dogs whimper, maintaining their position ten feet behind me. Moses comes to an abrupt halt, pointing. He sees them. I strain my eyes in the moonlight. Faintly, there they are.

One after another they drift south across the moonlit field, spirits.

One, two, three – four – five - six.

Coyotes.
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It’s nice to be back home.

peace,
d


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