The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In dusty trails where the coyotes roam,
Squirrels plot mischief, far from their home.
With nimble paws and eyes so bright,
They scamper ‘neath the stars in the cool desert night.
Perched high above, the wise old owl,
Watches the antics with a soft, wise scowl.
“Those rascally bandits,” she hoots with glee,
“Who knew that mischief was their decree?”
The roadrunner struts with a feathered flair,
As jackrabbits dance ‘round without a care.
In a whirlwind of laughter, each critter plays,
Painting joy in the canvas of sun-drenched days.
So next time you wander where the wild things call,
Listen for laughter in the desert’s thrall.
For nestled in shadows, in the sagebrush low,
Are tales of desert critters that steal the show.
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