Notes On Charlie – July 15

There’s a coyote sleeping on the bed next to me. I wonder where his spirit flew in from. His coloring is a work of art, a work of genius, Nature.
He is ancient and a child, much like a human in his complexity. He is a coyote and he is curled around my arm, eyes closed in a dream…
But the dream is mine — that he is here — this is magic.