The Roadrunner’s Rapid-Fire Repartee: A lively and witty poem capturing the fast-paced banter of a cowboy and a clever roadrunner.

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

In deserts hush, the sun beats down,

A cowboy hums, his trusty frown.

With spurs that jingle, boots of leather,

He seeks a friend, come heat or weather.

A flash of blue, the roadrunner darts,

With feathered flair, he steals old hearts.

“Hey there, partner!” the cowboy calls,

“Catch me if you can, before night falls.”

Through sagebrush winds, this duo flies,

With quips and quibbles, the laughter cries.

“Your horse moves slow!” the bird’s voice rings,

“Like molasses drippin’, oh what fun it brings!”

But with a smirk, the cowboy grins,

“Just watch me, bird, my patience wins.”

For in this life, with jest and glee,

They race through sunsets, wild and free.