Spying the coyote

She feeds the raven and the coyote from her mobile chair; crippled from life's wear and tear, she is still a presence.  Watching from my safe perch, the coyote walks away from the table she offered this day. Camera ready, I catch a glimpse of movement between the desert's scrub and snap a picture to remember my stay. But, such a sly way the coyote has of keeping the sun to his back and in my camera's way. I try to follow his movement through the scrub brush to catch him in my lens. There in the center of this moment he stands and looks my way as I snap the shutter of my camera catching his image; as the ravens hackle over her offerings this day.