Sneezing Coyotes Day before the vet injects barbiturates on top of Valium, damp autumn dusk settles in the prairie behind my house. Whisky burns my belly. I dig her grave thigh deep. Tonight, the moon’s surface reflects the sun, spreads silvery light over native plants, Coyotes sniff the hole’s fresh-turned soil. Today, the last heat this black cat will generate, leaves, passes through her cardboard coffin warms my lap. Ruby curls as if asleep in her basket on the windowsill …