My Dad told me when he was about four years old, he got a cowboy outfit for Christmas.

The following is inspired by his story.

 

The Cowboy

 

He was a short cowboy, about four feet tall.

His hair was dark, as were his eyes, along with mischief lurking there.

He wore his cowboy get-up, black hat and cowboy boots.

Holster and toy pistol on his hip.

Tough guy.

Standing on the fence, he lassoed a cow around her neck.

Wrapped the rope around a fence post.

Thing was—when the cow moved,

So did the fence.

That cowboy was in deep doo-doo.

 

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