Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

the jewel bats her lashes once, letting the corner of her lips twist. then they are striding away from the boy and towards the grassy knoll.
as soon as the coyote's body drifts close to the nests, life erupts from the grass. a scattering of adult bodies with wings unfurled, shrieking; akin to old testament angels in that way.
yellow beaks agape, all wings, and noise.
deftly, as they are well versed in these tactics, jawahir weaves between the dives, snapping, skirting the path's edge between clusters of nests and grass.
the adults follow her and forget about the wolf standing prone behind.
his chance to raid the waiting nests, while jawahir baits them aloft.