Coyote in the backyard

It was a lovely morning. French roast coffee in a big cup and Gidget on TV what more could I ask for? Suddenly a cacophony of barking erupts. My little dog is pacing our balcony barking her little head off. The dogs on the neighbor's patio who bark all the time as going crazy. They are leaping in the air loosing their minds. Damn, I put down my coffee and leave Gidget to her antics on her own, I have to see what is the matter. My little dog's head is now between the rails of the balcony and she is barking madly. "What is it?" I look down to the cliff we call our backyard and there it is as bold as brass, a coyote! Oddly it didn't seem to mind the dogs. The coyote then looked up saw me. That was it's cue to split. Apparently the sight of me in my robe and bed hair was just too much to bear. I can't say I blame it.
Where the coyote went is a mystery. It ran somewhere into the wilds of Los Feliz. Poor thing it must be lost. The park is the other way. The dogs calmed down and I went back to Gidget.
I am keeping my eyes peeled for our coyote or an Acme delivery van.