It was an unusually cold winter on the plains
A light layer of powdery snow covered the usually dusty trails
Sage and scrub brush take on a different perspective
When framed by brilliant white
As though an alien growth bursting through the surface
The full moon so reflective it was almost a bright as day
A lone rider eases his horse onwards
Wrapped warm will a full length duster
His 5 gallon hat keeping the snow from his eyes
Warm breath steams through the bandana covering his mouth
The clank of metal rings out
As spurs bounce and guns rattle
In the distance, his eagle eyes spot his target
A lone stray, a calf separated from the herd
Skillfully, stealthily, he approaches
So as not to spook the frightened animal
Once in range, in almost an instant
With a flick of the wrist a lasso is secured around the calf
Slowly and safely they return to the ranch
One lost animal returned to the fold
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