Off in the distance, hiding by a tree
Sal T. Coyote, waits, impatiently
He knows soon, dinner will arrive
Then he can feed his hungry wives

So they’ll stop nagging, making noise
At last, he can hang out, with the boys
Every day, around quarter past four
The roadrunner speeds by, with a roar

He has to time it perfectly, otherwise
This time he’ll surely meet his demise
Finally, he hears the familiar sound
A swoosh goes by, he hits the ground

And misses his prey, that’s nothing new
He can’t go home empty, he’ll be the stew
He gathers up leaves, and a bug or three
Heads back to his haven, behind the tree

Where he’ll stay, saddened, filled with malaise
Taunted by a roadrunner, til the end of his days

Meep! Meep!

 

May Writing Prompts – To Kill a Roadrunner – Day 23/31

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