The prairie grass grows tallest
when the crickets' violins hum
dithyrambs to saccarine summer days;
And in the distance of night, campfires
smolder and blink Morse code
to twinkling stars,
while cowboys and Cherokee
share a cup of coffee.
Sometimes, these reflections in morning dew –
in the right light of the rising sun –
betray the secrets of serendipity:
all under the shadow of the lion
that suckles the orphaned lamb.