The Cattle Corral Caper

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

In dusky light, the cattle roam,

With hooves a-clatter, far from home.

The cowboys gather, lasso in hand,

For a midnight caper, a daring plan.

The old corral stands strong and grand,

A fortress built by rough, calloused hands.

Ropes entwined like tales of old,

Guard secrets whispered in moonlights hold.

With heartbeats racing, the shadows dart,

A stealthy bandit, cold and smart.

He slips through night with eyes aflame,

To steal the prize, a tarnished name.

But courage swells in the cowboys chest,

With grit and steel, he wont let rest.

Through dust and grit, the chase ensues,

In the heart of night, theyll clash and choose.