Coyotes in Mexico, Polskies in Bow!

I was reminded, a few moments ago, as I sat here pondering on the events of the day, as is our wont, that experience cycles... almost as though we are caught in a loop.
"What" you may ask, "occasioned such apparency of conclusion?"
"Simple. Polskies in a graveyard. innit" I reply.
And please, before ya start, dont expect no perfeks grammer tonight, we is well past spelling and such like... is down to rapping and chatting... wat else. Has just returned from the graveyard where spells and grammer are the tools of the kindy garden toy boy.
Coyotes in Mexico, Polskies in Bow.
Are you beginning to see the light yet?
Thirty years ago, I found myself, walking along a deserted road deep in the hills aback of Acapulco, Mexico. Either side of the road, forested and thick with vegetation. I look up to admire the moon full... like a fat man's gut hanging large on the horizon so close can all but stroke it, when suddenly, I notice before me, blocking the desolate road, and my path, are a coyote and a wild dog.
Ok! Here I am completely alone on a secluded mountain road with two doggies that are looking at me as though I am dinner.
Instinct cuts through all the bullshit.
I stand my ground, face to face, and howl.
The wild dog cuts to the right deep into the rainforest. Moments later I am aware it is behind me. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Or rather in between the jaws of a coyote and a wild dog.
I walk ON!
NO FEAR!
As I approach the coyote it steps aside to let me pass.
I pass it by.
Moments later the wild dog joins the coyote and they team to stalk me, as I walk that lonely road, down the hill, towards Acapulco.
I am acutely aware that if I start, turn or let the slightest sweatdrop of fear stain the path, they will pounce and tear me apart.

Now, thirty years later. I am in the churchyard of St. Mary's Bow. Chilling after a journey into the West End for a talk. Great talk. West End not so great. Am chatting with the spirits. No need for sign nor spell. We rap.
As I leave, the path is blocked by two Polski brew crew. The third of their number sits on a bench to my right, I pass the third one by.
Walk directly towards the two whom stand before me, challenging me!
I do not howl. It is not necessary.
My fetch trots ahead to clear the path.
They step aside.

I walk ON!