Under the Stars
He sings a lullaby under the stars;
dreamland awaits them in grim abattoirs.
Git along, little dogies;
cowboy’s warding off bogies,
crossing the plains to those last cattle cars.
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for the High Noon Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
written on 04/30/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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