Cowboy Eddy came in riding hard and fast under high noon sun barreling down
His face obscured by shadow under brim of his custom felted Stetson
Sharp whistles and clicks of the tongue sounding from his mouth ajar
Riding Ruby Red with stern command of reigns and stirrup
The two became one beginning battle with a steer with horns as sharp as nails
Finding rope an ally with no words needed
Bond evident between man and horse
Loop and knot spun quickly through dust and blazing sun
Speaking a language only cowboys understand
Sounding off in clicks and jangling spurs
Wrangled jeans high upon the saddle worn well and deep
Cowboy Eddy sat tight as cork
Feet planted firmly above ground focusing on the prize
Dappled beast kicked and struggled away if only for a moment
Its powerful haunches narrowly escaping inevitable succumb to the hemp
Glistening beads of worked up sweat blended with bits of kicked up hay and dirt
Sounds of snorts of hot quick breath a stream of snot shot out of the beast’s snout
His eyes bulging from the tight hold on his stud sack
He bucked and reared to his best ability trying violently to shake off the braided
Rope taught and tied by the handler only moments before release from the shoot
With the fickle finger of fate determining his release or submission
Cowboy Eddy pointed him in the opposite direction of freedom
Short sharp shock and awe the audience cheered them on
In a fleeting moment the beast daydreamed about jumping over the moon with spoon
In that instant his weakness showed its colors as the lasso hit bull’s eye
Striking his four legs down in the most unbecoming pose
An almost embarrassed look shot from his deep brown eyes
Towards the cheering crowd as if to ask ‘what is this fresh new hell?’
The droves of people that had come to see the event burst into hoots, hollers and whistles
Thin line being drawn in the sand, the dust finally settling in high noon, finally down and dirty
His head hung low
Running for the gate and corral somehow knowing Cowboy Eddy
Once again would bring him out again to meet in this arena.
Next time, the steer thought, I will run for the hills
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