The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In the moonlit night, a coyote howls,
With clever grins, he prowls the prowls.
The cowboys chuckle, their hats tipped low,
At tricks this rascal puts on the show.
Down by the creek, he snatches a boot,
With a swift little dance, he’s off like a hoot.
The cowboys shout, “That rascal’s a thief!”
But laughter rings out, absolving their grief.
Underneath the stars, a riddle is spun,
As coyotes challenge the cowboys for fun.
“Catch us if you can!” they taunt with a bark,
In the wild, their shadows dance in the dark.
So when the dawn breaks, and the jokers retreat,
With a playful twinkle, the coyotes compete.
The cowboys recall, with a smile and a sigh,
That mischief and mirth make the long journey spry.
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