Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In a dusty town where tumbleweeds sway,
A cowboy stood, with pride on display.
His Stetson low, like a guard on his brow,
Unaware of the trouble that loomed in the now.
From the cracked earth rose a devilish glance,
A scorpion danced, ready to prance.
With legs sharp as daggers and a sting finely honed,
It flicked its tail, as if it had grown.
The cowboy chuckled, too bold for his own,
This aint no showdown with flesh and bone.
But that mischievous beast in its swift, sneaky style,
Had a plan in its eyes that could last for a while.
So on that sunlit, gold-tinted ground,
They faced off like legends, both fiercely profound.
With grit in his heart and laughter in tow,
The cowboy took aim, though it danced to and fro.
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