Silver in the Shadows
At heart, I am a coyote, and
My view is from the shadows.
I speak softly. I am
Silver. Clear. Aging.
Memories shimmer.
The moon watches me
With its acne-scared face.
The ground is still, but there’s
Still speed in my legs.
At heart, I am always a coyote.
©️ Misky 2019. Miz Quickly’s Day 11:
Write a poem in which you’re not quite yourself.
It's Still Life 
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