I was crossing the prairie after a rain storm, The wall cloud now lay in my fore.
The hail on the highway now melted, The battered rangeland told the score.
A rest stop showed on my right, I braked the car into the drive,
Stepping out I smelled
Her face carried such a scowl, One hundred pounds of evil mean.
My six-four frame felt fear, my gills turned two shades green.
Hands at her waist, were fisted. A five foot stance of raging Hell.
This woman sure looked mad, A fury, I could tell.
The coyotes howls were lonely, as they searched for their loves in the night.
The stars blanketed the sky, in a field of darkness, they lay bright.
I sat by the campfire, It’s glowing embers, a crimson red.