The Pond

There were no young to feed at this time of year, so the coyotes rested and were interested in the females and hunted only when they themselves were hungry. They went under the points of the barbed wire at night and crossed the road to drink, sometimes from the creek that crossed down through the middle of the field, but mostly from the pond. They drank from the pond and waited in the trees and easily took the rabbit or mouse that came to drink. There were three horses and a burrow on the lower land, and the coyotes looked on the lumbering creatures moving about with a mixture of amusement and disgust. Though they hunted in secrecy, they allowed the horses to witness the ease with which they took their meal because they liked to see them staring back with their big dumb admiration.