The coyote

In the snow there is a coyote sitting there, looking
At me as I come out of my place of employment
As I look it him,
He turns into dog,
Then he shape shifts into a wolf
And then a human being
As the human smiles and shows his teeth.
They look like a megalodon’s teeth,
Sharp and thin
As he lunged at me
A I see that he turns back to a coyote
His shadow now, shape-sifting  with each
Bump and snow ball
I am terrified
And I am frightened for this
Is a cryptid
A mystery monster
That nearly attacked me,
Submitted for approval of the midnight society
This is the tale of the coyote