The Howling Wilderness
•November 26, 2025•

by Janet Roney

The yelping black and white fur ball sliding down our bedroom window screen woke us from a sound sleep. Our farm dog was trying to jump into the room with us, something he had never done before.

“Ernie Bob! Stop that!” I yelled as he bounced off the screen a second time and landed in a whimpering ball under the bush beneath the window.

Then, I saw movement on the other side of the bush. A large coyote, with two more behind him, had locked his eyes on Ernie Bob, ready for the kill. A half dozen more skulked at the field edge, yipping and yapping in hungry anticipation of midnight morsels of Ernie bob. I screamed.

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