The Night of the Cougar

As the rain gently plays a melodious tune on my old tin roof, And the peaceful sound of thunder like the sound of a thousand galloping hoofs. It feels like a spring rain but it’s the wrong time of year, The weather each year gets a little stranger is the normal talk you get around here. I put on my old slicker and traipse out the door, And head for the barn to check on the animals once more. Everything seems to look pretty good as I figured it would, But something caught my eye as lightning flashed back in the woods. The biggest old mountain lion I guess I’d ever seen, And the look in his old eyes told me this fellar was mean. I was hoping I could make to the door before he comes tearin after me. Luck was on my side as I ran past the tree. He just sat there a squalling and making the hair stand up on my neck. I knew it was a gonna be a fight cause this old cougar had no respect. I felt his breath on my backside as he let out a roar. And the thunder clapped loudly as I made the front door. Well he slammed up against the door with all of his might, As I grab up my old rifle with no bullets in sight. Then I remembered where I had put them as I ran to the drawer. He was still on my old porch but it was too dark by far. Well I heard him a scratchin on my old wall, So I let loose a shot just hoping that’s all. This was a man killer and I was the man, He was a smart old critter and I think this was his plan. After I shot it got deadly quite, Not a sound of a cricket not nothing just the silence of the night. I wanted to go outside but it was just too dark for me to see. So I decided to just wait that would be the safest thing for me. When daylight finally came around I cracked open the door, And there he lay dead, I’d shot him through the head guess he won’t be a bother no more. Well sir I skinned him on out and tanned his old hide, And at the smallest place he was more’n four feet wide.