The Last Night Watch: A Cowboy’s Vigil Beneath the Sky

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

Beneath the vast and starlit dome,

The prairie whispers tales of home.

With leather reins and hat pulled low,

A cowboy stands, the winds soft flow.

A crackling fire, its embers dance,

While shadows flicker, lost in trance.

The scent of sage, the taste of dust,

In solitude, its trust he must.

His steed a guardian, loyal and wise,

Together they embrace the skies.

Each hoofbeat marks the passage of night,

As constellations share their light.

When dawn breaks forth with golden hue,

A promise whispers, bold and true.

The vigil kept, the stories spun,

A cowboys heart forever won.