The Mirage’s Mirage: A layered exploration of illusions within illusions, filled with laughter and whimsical misunderstandings.

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

In the heat of noon, the desert grins,

With shimmering waves where truth begins.

A cowboy rides, with eyes aglow,

Chasing a wonder, not meant to show.

With laughter ringing through the sunlit haze,

He spied a stream in the suns fierce blaze.

Yet each time he neared, it danced away,

Leaving him puzzled, in mirthful dismay.

Around each bend, new sights arise,

An endless game of whimsical lies.

A cactus clad in pearls of dew,

Stood laughing softly, to hide its view.

As twilights veil shrouds hills and stone,

He finds his muse in the chill alone.

True mirage or not, he™ll tip his hat,

And ride with laughter where wonders chat.