Shadowy fleet coyote, its piercing yellow eyes brimming with indifference and bravado, its countenance reflecting all which is wild.
Standing right in the middle of the road.
I had just departed a friend's house and was scaling the long road from his house to Route 6A when my car came to a sudden halt.
So we meet.
It was inevitable. It had been a while since I had crossed paths with the villain but it was overdue and bound to happen sooner or later, whether in a field, on a road or, hopefully not, in my yard.