Last night while riding nighthawk
a skittish herd of cattle
spooked by a desert rattler
panicked and sure skedaddled

Chased the cows in heavy brush
through briar, mud and water
running through the Texas night
Uvalde to the border

A coyote sings close by
he howls in a falsetto
the cattle now at their ease
are grazing in the meadow

White stars are slowly fading
the dawn is close to breaking
beans in Cookie’s *** are hot
I smell the biscuits baking