Deep or Run
Cactus winds and the dust is spun.
Small town stories have begun.
With one for all and all for one,
it’s prairie dogs in the mid-day sun.
Jump! And spin! And scratch! And roll!
Stand up straight! Dive down a hole!
The earth is dry and takes its toll,
but this land’s embedded in our soul.
Wide as the sky, that is rusty blue.
Flat as the tread on a weary shoe.
All of it’s ours if we pay our due…..
Stand guard. Stand tall. Let nothing through.
Slink and shadow….and tongue and eye……
Hiss and slither……and do or die!
Paws in the air! And reach for the sky!
Long, dark stranger, passing by.
Here in the Land of the Smoking Gun,
the King of snakes is the evil one.
So, prairie dogs in the mid-day sun.
Dig deep. Dig deep. Or cut and run.