In the Way That Cowboys Know
In the way that cowboys know
He knew her
Tracking newborns in spring snow
He just knew her
How she’d try to seek some haven
She would hide
From the tell tale squalking raven
While he’d ride
He would have to thus pursue her
Without a word
In his wisdom, he just drew her
From the herd
How her hair would bounce and glisten
When she’d dance
He would turn his head and listen
For that chance
For that chance to hold her that way
While she sighed
Just like she once did on that day
When she cried
Cried because he said he loved her
Once she kissed him
Tried to hide the way he’d moved her
How she missed him
In the way that couboys canter
Empty handed
Round up time is time for banter
She’s been branded.
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