“The Dance of Contrary Horns: Cowboys Wrangling Humor From Stubborn Cattle Across the Desert Plains”

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

Across the plains where dust devils spin,

The cattle roam, with mischief within.

With horns like banners, they twist and turn,

Cowboys chuckle, as lessons they learn.

Sun blazes high, the mirage dances near,

A rattlesnakes hiss brings some cowboys cheer.

With lasso and grit, they skillfully trot,

Wrangling through ruckus, they give it a shot.

The stubborn steers, like jesters in flight,

Tossing their heads beneath the suns light.

From leathered saddles, they crack a wide grin,

For humor flows free, where the wranglers begin.

As twilight descends, the shadows grow long,

They gather ‘round fires and share tales of wrong.

With laughter and tales, the ranch hands unite,

In the dance of contrary horns, neath the night.