The old coyote
As I sit here in Shawnee, OK out of the trees comes an old coyote. He hobbled across the parking lot, over to the dumpster, grabbed some scraps, and then hobbled back out into the brush. While I was watching him, I could not help but think that one day that may very well be me. Many people across this world can relate to the old coyote. People just want them to stay in the woods or brush and stay silent. They want them to only appear when they can not be seen by others. Their friends, families, and co-workers have forgotten they even exist most times. I am sure my fellow truckers can relate to the old coyote very well. Have a good nights hunt my old friend, I wish you the best, and am glad to have seen you still surviving when others would just wish you to disappear.