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Cowboy Poetry
THE HOLE STORY
Robert C.Atkin
All I heard was Pa yell “DUCK”
And I dove to the bunkhouse floor
Then he cocked his old Winchester
And aimed it at the door
There came two roars and a muzzle flash
The sound of shattering wood
Then there was a silence
Pa whispered “I think I got him good “
I looked and said “ Got who dad?”
He said “That damned old grizzly bear
The one they been talkin' about
Causing havoc everywhere “
Well we sat and let a few minutes pass
All was quiet ; nary a sound
He decided it was time to go out
And have a look around
There was no sign of that old 'grizz”
But there was fresh blood on the rail
We followed the drops for a piece
Then we lost the trail
We headed back to the house
Pa cussin' under his breath
Maybe that old bear got away
But Pa cursed his soul to death
We never saw that grizzly bear
And his carcass was never found
Lord knows we searched our whole range
Covered every inch of ground
But there is another mystery
We've pondered over the years
Just how in the hell did our old mule
Get a bullet hole in both ears.
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