Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In desert heat, the sun beats down,
Where cowboys trek in dust and brown.
With leathered hats and weary sighs,
A curious band of beetles flies.
They tumble forth, in mismatched lines,
From sagebrush leaves to prickly pines.
Their shiny shells, a vibrant gleam,
Bring laughter forth, a welcome dream.
With clumsy flips, they dance and play,
Chasing the shadows as night turns gray.
The cowboys chuckle at their plight,
As beetles boast of fearless flight.
So through the stars, the stories flow,
Of friendships forged in moonlit glow.
For on this trail, its clear to see,
The bumbling beetles set their spirits free.
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