Coyotes in Forest Park

They streak across the bike path running in a pack, four or five ghost-like silouhettes back lit by sodium-vapor lights in the distant parking lot; moving low to the ground, legs extended, mouths agape, the backs of their tawny, mottled coats sleek and shining as they run across the rugby field, conjuring up the ancient wildness of the night, when a waning moon still holds mysteries and nature moves through the city undetected.