"White Coyote"
Northwards, Newfoundland specifically, there seems to be some white coyotes. Possibly a romantic rendezvous between the pouncing power predator and a golden retriever. All the evidence points in this direction.
When wolves were hunted down in the Northeast, the coyote had more freedom and sprawling liberty; therefore, able to romp and roam towards the icy tundra. Yet a rare breed; nevertheless, the mix in North America can be divine. A mystical mutt can transcend the possibilities, yet a pure bred beast of beauty should remain in our revering hearts as well.
The coyote just wants you to laugh. Yes, there is unmasking the truth; moreover, seeing beyond the illusion crafted by monstrous corporations and control over the meek and poor in spirit. Still, we must adapt as does the coyote. It is in the animal's nature to survive with non-pernicious pranks, being the wise fool; specifically, the cerebral comedian, well-versed in truth with yips and yaps directed at Luna's reflecting love of a life-giving Daystar.
Coyote hunts have been recorded for up to twenty hours. Though mostly an agile pounce on a mouse, or even berries and melons to munch on. More than an omnivore, for with suburban sprawl sparking the withdrawal of much wildlife, the coyote can eat trash, toxic waste from sewers, and yet still thrive in the gut, giving good fertilization to Mother Earth.
There will always be negative people who shame or deny the coyote its true sublimity; at the same time, there will always be a bad dog at points of existence. Yet following the path of truth, and adapting to the iniquity and negativity that might encompass you--this gives you the authority of the altruistic coyote.
