Survivor!

From another VA writers group prompt:

I am Coyote!

I stand under the prairie sky.

I drink from mountain streams.

I stand on night-drenched rocks, and I look at that moon and I cry to it like one would a long-gone lover.

Men hate me.

Men chase me.

Men try to kill me.

Yet I go on.

I am Coyote!

Some of the native tribes called me a god.

Maybe not.

But I am everywhere.

I overcome.

I adapt.

I am a survivor.

I am Coyote!

And long after men and their guns are gone, I will still be here.