Diablo Lobo (Poem prior to story of the same name)

Doug Donnan

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"Diablo Lobo"

by

Doug Donnan

You coulda' swore you saw a damn big wolf,

n' you ain't about to risk yer gol' damn life.

The thing was the size of a gol' damn horse,

so you grabbed yer damn gun n' Bowie knife.

You silently crept off into the moonlit night,

to have you a gol' damn look-see all around. 

Thing like that can raise yer hackles straight,

so you try to stay low to the gol damn ground.

With that pale moon as yer deadpan witness,

you found nary a track or a gol damn trace.

So you holstered yer big pig sticker and pistol,

got atop yer pony n' rode off like blue blazes...

right on out of that gol damn place!

___ Adios ___