Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘The Navajo Dog And The Coyotes

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB:

Time now for a tale of the Navajo Dog herself. Listening to her words in my mind the way I once listened to them with my ears always makes me happy…just as it always makes me cry.


The Navajo Dog And The Coyotes

Only one thing there is

Scares the Navajo Dog.

“Coyotes! I hate ’em!” she said to me one day.

That night, when the coyotes outside came howling,

The dog stayed on the front porch, and barked

Back. But she shook with fear, and came in

Immediately when I opened the door.

She saw the look on my face, and growled.

“They have powers,” she said, and

When I pressed her wouldn’t say more.

A week or so later, I was driving past a neighboring

Ranch, and I saw what she meant. Standing

In front of the ranch house, bristling and bold,

Was the rancher’s German Shepherd dog, and about

A hundred yards away, in the other direction, was a coyote.

The coyote strolled closer, and the dog continued

To stand guard, but still it looked the wrong way.

At last, the coyote stood right before the dog,

Stopped,

Waited.

The dog turned its head until it faced the

Coyote directly, then sat down, and

Scratched itself.

It had seen nothing,

Smelled nothing,

Heard nothing,

No coyote at all.

The next morning, I meant to tell the

Navajo Dog all about it, and hear what

She had to say. When I looked outside

The Navajo Dog was lying on the porch, chewing

At the head of a coyote that could have

Been the very one I’d seen. The head

Was bigger than her whole body, but

She was ripping out its esophagus

With the kind of gusto she shows for

Everything, no matter how large or

How small. The Navajo Dog glanced up at me.

“Mine,” she said. “Go get your own

Breakfast if you’re hungry.”

I asked her how she’d gotten this snack,

And she chewed awhile, then

Stopped,

Waited,

Looked back up. “I am the

Navajo Dog,” she said with a shake of

The coyote’s head, and her eyes showed

Her disdain. “I have powers too.”

As she worked on this delicacy, I remembered

What it was like to be Kid Hollywood.

I wondered what would have happened

If she’d been around while

I was letting the Beverly Hills

Coyotes eat me.


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.