The Empty Cabin

Two old cowboys were lost in a storm,

Hopin’ to find a place that was warm.

The midnight hour was closin’ on in,

And the howlin’ wind was makin’ a din.

They found a cabin up in a draw,

And ventured on in hopin’ to thaw.

A miner’s tools were strewn about,

That he was gone there was no doubt.

They struck a match to give them some light,

And gazed in horror at one awful sight.

The previous tenant was lying in bed,

His skeleton told them that he was dead.

One of them said as he shut the old door,

“I think I will just sleep here on the floor.”

They found some kindlin’ and rustled some wood,

That old iron stove would make them feel good.

They made a good fire to warm up the shack,

Then they heard a roar that came from the back.

They’d woke up a Grizzly from his long nap,

He wuz comin’ at them with teeth that did snap.

They ran for the door as one of them swore.

“This cabin’s so poor, let’s ride on some more!”

LDT April 6, ‘24

CREDIT: This poem is based on a story told by cowboy artist Charlie Russell.

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