A hilarious encounter with a mischievous coyote who steals all the cowboys’ boots while they’re sleeping

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

Beneath the stars, the campfire glows,

As cowboys snore in dreamland’s throes.

Yet neath the moon, a shadow curls,

A coyote grins, his mischief unfurls.

With paws as silent as the night,

He snatches boots with sly delight.

One by one, they vanish quick,

Leaving the cowboys in a comic pick.

When morning breaks, a clamor rises,

For scattered boots bring quite the surprises.

With bare feet planted on the chilly ground,

They search for footwear that cant be found.

The laughter echoes through the range,

As cowboys plot a clever change.

They gather twigs and set a trap,

To catch that thief, and take back their nap.