Around the campfire after dark
The cowboys tell weird tales.
Atop a hill not far away
A lone coyote wails.
The moon is maybe halfway up
And sheds an eerie glow
That makes the cactus come alive
Though you're sure it can't be so.
A restless heifer wanders up
As though she wants to hear.
You've chased her through the scrub all day,
But now, you're glad she's here.
Reilly's tale is of a strange, dark thing
That fills your heart with dread.
Williams tells a story of a chicken with no head.
The heifer looks you in the eye
And then she wanders off.
Campfire smoke gets in your face
And you begin to cough.
A cold wind comes in from the north.
Your dogs are on patrol.
You roll up in your blanket
And pray to keep your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem