Through the Looking Glass:

through the viewfinder
and  through the lens
I can see to the very heart
of things

with the shutter open
the world rushes in

filling this room with light

capturing reflections 
on a canvas of bits and bytes

and by painting the pixels
I teach the reflections to dance
and to sing

through the viewfinder
and through the lens
I give mere reflections
new being

Coyotes:

let it die

let it roll over
and die

that way
we can all
pay our disrespect
in peace

skip the funeral
and move on
with our lives

while
the coyotes
dig it up
from its shallow grave

and feast
on its lifeless body