Most cowboys are beef-witted. They ride the open range
decrying life in cities, avoiding any change.
They scan the far horizon to detect changes in the weather—
rain or hail or funnel clouds and speculating whether
to move the herd to shelter, making noises that will soothe them,
wondering if moves down towards the south draw might behoove them.
Their horses part the tall grass like a boat might part the sea.
Their lives out in the open are kitchen and bathroom-free.
They cook over a campfire and when it’s time to pee,
they mosey over yonder where no one else can see.
Prompt words for today are: bathroom, speculating, beef-witted, noises and boat,
I decry the usual definition of beef-witted and hereby expand its definition. I’m presently in South Dakota at my town and school reunion. Plenty of cowboys here and in fact I took this photo a number of years ago on main street at another town reunion.

