Bitten
Cowboys don’t fear the coyote,
he just yips and yowls,
But the wolf is another story,
your blood chills when he howls.
And a panther, will stalk you,
even in the dark,
And a bear, when he catches you,
will tear you clean apart.
The best thing about a snake bite,
is it kills you pretty quick,
And those “under a rock crawlies”,
their bite will make you deathly sick.
But the most vicious of the critters,
the one every Cowboy fears,
Inflicts a type of torture,
that can leave grown men in tears.
With a bite so excruciating,
it will make you wish that you were dead,
And there’s nothing more terrifying,
than when it raises it’s ugly head.
It attacks without warning,
it’s cold-hearted and just plain mean,
It considers all men prey,
and will any one that’s seen.
The suffering, is lingering,
and to this very day,
There’s no cure or medication,
that can take the pain away.
It’s just the size of a pin point,
and it don’t get much bigger,
But I’ve seen Cowboys brought to their knees,
by the savage bite, of the Chigger.
Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2005
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