I Was a Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight
I Was A Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
I ran across the land, raced toward the moon
Into the arms of Indian maiden as she swoon
Bright night it was with a jubilant golden moon
Her radio playing all my favorite tunes.
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
I left her village running into the big ole city
A very sad old fool chasing gold, what a sad pity
True, I was a rough hombre and even a bit gritty
A friend I was of Mickey Mantle and Walter Mitty.
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 11th 1974
Rhyme
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment