The High Cowboy At Noon
Bob’s rival growled, “Shoot out—high noon!
You’re gonna be dead very soon.”
Then Bob showed up high
at noon fit to fly
and slurred “Wh-which way’s the saloon?”
May 4, 2022
entered in Joseph May's High Noon Poetry Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2022
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