It came in the clouded light of a dying day.
I watched the eyes staring through me with intent,
This beautiful yet menacing creature kept moving towards me, steady and determined.
I felt the fear rise up within,
as my throat constricted tighter
and sweat rose within the hairs on my arms
tingling beneath the coolness of the falling sun,
I knew it as evil,
that it had come to harm
and I reached out and grabbed it’s soft muzzle
holding so tight
both hands locked in a circle,
closing off the sharp white teeth
with tight clenched hands,
I was trying to save something
myself or perhaps my canine companions,
And it watched me so coldly with calculating eyes, waiting for it’s chance to break free,
writhing in my arms trying to gain the upper hand, to escape my terror, to pry my hands away with sharp claws,
and I slammed it against the wood of a tree
Smashing it until finally it became still
and only then did I release him,
breathing heavily I felt sad for I knew
I had killed it because I was afraid,
that my fear was what drove this act,
that I had to save someone or something from this darkness,
this evil in form of beast.
I felt the tears falling and I couldn’t stop them
and I looked down on the stillness form
and his eyes gazed at me steadily,
and it was then I knew I had another chance,
to find another way
to walk away unharmed and to let him go,
I turned slowly towards home
and awoke cold with the drying sweat
tingling my hair and body,
pulled the blanket higher
and slipped act into a dream.
thoughts on a vivid dream I had last night as a coyote attacked me, and I it, as I gripped so tightly knowing the only safety I would have was to kill it. Yet it lived and I awoke pooled in sweat, breathing heavy in the darkness while beside me my little dog kept kicking me in my sleep, dreaming of running in sunlight .