A little scragly when he was born,
But I reckon he will be just fine.
All legs and no balance,
It’ll all work out in time.
Big brown eyes that look with curiosity,
Hair as black as the darkest time of night.
Can put him on my shoulder and tote him here and there,
He follows me around everywhere, won’t let me out of sight.
Think I’ll call him midnite,
The name seems to suit him well.
And it won’t be long before this scraggly lil creature,
Gives a cowboy the ride from hell.
It’s in his blood, it flows through his veins,
His dad before him, and another before him, too.
Not one has lasted 8 on their backs,
Most hit the dirt after one or two.
But just like the riders, they travel town to town,
They will always be roaming, never to settle down
He’ll be there waitin on them, ole midnite, with eyes so brown….