Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In sun-drenched sands, a lizard pranced,
With colors bright, he led the dance.
His tiny limbs, like lightning, flew,
A tiny jester in natures crew.
He zigged and zagged, with humor bold,
Chasing shadows where tales are told.
Among the cacti, he strutted proud,
A vibrant king before the crowd.
With a twitch of tail, hed serenade,
As desert breezes curled and played.
His bright eyes twinkled neath the sun,
In a lively show, he stole the fun.
So tip your hat when next you roam,
For every desert holds a home.
To spirits small that leap and glide,
In natures arms, they still confide.
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