this valley distorts sound
so you can’t tell
from which direction
death is coming
thin hunting calls
of coyotes
echo everywhere,
slip inside open windows
into my ears
body poised for flight
until I remember
I am safe
beneath blankets
& do not need
the fleet-footed
silent panic
owned by the doe
circled by
a hungry pack
even though
I resound with it,
my heart pounding
the fast bass drum of her escape
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Well SFAM, if you wrote this after Wiley Coyote woke you up, you are a genius!
Actually wrote it when they were wailing right as I was going to turn off the PC to go to bed (a wee bit of poetic licence).
good on ya then. very easy to imagine and shiver to!
š OK, when did you move to the UK? without telling me Those phrases are catchy!
lol….that one actually has more of an aussie bent to it! but i’ll keep learning and share them with ya. š
Yes, please do š
Oh…meant to say I was “preying” for ya! š have a good Tuesday, will talk later yes?
Yes–talk later š
fantastic
Thanks so much, Kyle!
Felt this one…no words.. just me there. Love it!
-Jennifer
Thank you, Jennifer. Those pack calls always give me goosebumps.
Shhaaakey feeling yet the shelter of roof, walls, door etc settles the thumping heart! Fantastic Susan ~ Your friend ~Deb
Yes, it does, Deb–thankful for those walls & roof last night!