Monday, February 16, 2026





 There are deer in the graveyard alongside the nature sanctuary. The deer hop back and forth over the fence. Coyotes eat some deer. My great grandparents' bones live in the graveyard. Dad's grandparents' bones. It was dad's death day yesterday. We celebrate in a way with the deer and the red tailed hawks and the ducks and geese and everything goes on while the rest of the god blessed world outside the sanctuary/graveyard endures hypernormalization, environmental destruction and genocide.

P.S. Kelly informs me that coyotes scavenge, and eat small rodents and berries and such, but they don't kill deer. The deer the coyotes were accused of killing probably just died. Thank you for the correction. I write in haste, but I'm grateful to reflect. We're learning about coyotes in the city though they've been studied for years. The coyotes moved here as their habitat is destroyed, and they have brilliantly adapted and learned to survive and become a vital part of the ecosystem in the urban wild.

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