When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In the desert’s embrace, under skies so wide,
Came coyotes who danced, full of mischief and pride.
With yips and with howls, they dashed like the breeze,
Chasing shadows and dust, their hearts full of ease.
A clever old coyote, with a grin on his snout,
Set a trap for the rabbits, but they figured it out.
With a zig and a zag, oh, how they did play,
While the coyote just scratched his head in dismay.
By the glow of the moon, theyd gather and plot,
With schemes as rich as the gold in the pot.
They’d sneak up on jackrabbits, just for the thrill,
Only to trip over rocks, and tumble down the hill.
As dawn kissed the earth with a warm golden hue,
These renegades laughed at the pranks that they drew.
In the vast, open range where the wild echoes call,
The coyotes remind us to jest through it all.
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