Coyotes
Personal memory by Edith B.
1980 • Monterrey, Nuevo León, Mexico
Outside my house, every night I would hear the howl of a frantic pack of coyotes. They would come down the mountains to the houses and I would hear them pant outside and yip yip yip. Today there is not one single space that is not covered in concrete and buildings, the coyotes are gone, the yipping too.
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