The wind howled in the background
Like a coyote tea kettle
Begging for the attention of it’s attending swine
He descended the stairs, his hooves thudding
And stirred the pot once more
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The wind howled in the background
Like a coyote tea kettle
Begging for the attention of it’s attending swine
He descended the stairs, his hooves thudding
And stirred the pot once more
“Like a coyote tea kettle” is a fantastic line. There is this literal/mystical thing happening in this small poem that I really like.
Nailed it caitlin – it’s a beautiful line/image … & the key to the poem somehow. I’d play with the enjambment a little, but otherwise … says a lot with very little