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Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 28. Cowboys
The pair rides the range
Like cowboys of old
On horseback they go
Their futures unfold
They take in the wonders
Of all that’s around
This vast open space
Is natures playground
They stop on a hilltop
And dismount their ride
The cowboys hold hands
Both beaming with pride
A sight in the distance
Has them scrambling fast
They reach for their weapons
To shoot to the last
The cannon is drawn
And expertly aimed
It rapidly fires
The target, now digitally framed
A fox and her kits
Stroll casually past
A moose and some elk
Add to the photographic cast
The cowboys head west
Into the sunset they ride
The love that they share
Is their faithful guide
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