Illusion of a Cowboy Poet

On the horizon some 800 yards out
​An unusual sight needed some learnin’ about
Come close glasses makin’ the scan
Not one, but two shapes—sure wasn’t a man
Across the creek, up the hill at last
Had to be coyotes movin’ that fast
At the top of the ridge those vermin swung round
Laughter erupted at what had been found
Those coyotes leavin’ the waterin’ hole
Turned out to be bovines on top of that knoll

An excerpt from Ann Edall-Robson's  Hanna's Story

Ann Edall-Robson ~ Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

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