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Coyote Rebuffed
by Bruce W Niedt
My jaw drops when I see your flaming trail
how can I catch this object of desire?
Perhaps Ill strap a rocket to my tail,
but that flares up and sets my loins on fire.
Whenever I pursue you, theres a wall
my pancake body shows Ive been concussed.
Contraptions only cause a cliff-side fall,
a distant splat, a rising plume of dust.
Im hungry for you how can I keep pace?
Your fast-track style evades my clever traps.
And every time I think Ive won the race,
I end up flattened by some mental lapse.
So now I vow to call off my attack,
and then ask Acme for my money back.
[Published in Anthology, Inc. Newsletter, November 2001]
09/21/2001 Posted on 09/21/2001
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/18/02 at 02:09 PM Beep! Beep! A Wiley piece of poetry if ever there was one. Your ingenious mind never ceases to amaze me. It is you we are all trying to catch. Congratulations on becoming "Poet Of The Day" (-:p |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/18/02 at 04:17 PM Superb-a-mundo Mr. Cayote! Yeah, just once I'd like to see that goodie goodie roadrunner caught and... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/18/02 at 08:51 PM LOL! I just never have watched the cartoons very much! Still I think it a bold metaphor! Congratulations for making POTD! Wily indeed! ;) |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 07/27/03 at 03:12 PM hahaha. beep! beep! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/18/06 at 03:09 AM A clever look at Wylie and his tales of woe, although I see another more human frustration here. :) |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 11/08/08 at 12:00 AM ...it's the biggest anvils causing the little poofs far below...that tiny thud! thud! thud! are giant applause...I LOVED THIS...lk |
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