The northern foxes hunt the southern coyotes.
The coyotes once foraged for fruit, but now hunger for milk.
It is strange to me how alike they both appear.

I ask a man why his ranch is empty.
He answers: my sheep had no water, this land is cursed.
Banditos stole the water, and the sheriff joined their fold.

Approaching the western expanse of America's armpit.

Javelinas raid our campsite, and antelope step gingerly round our tables.

Smoke wafts northward, lazily