I am the Lonesome Cowboy, a personage you may think you know, or one you have known, but who you have not, surely, for I would remember since such are few in my life, and yet I feel satisfied and entirely fulfilled whether I am here or there, or nowhere, and am one of a select number who can make such statements, who can express such thoughts, and also mean them entirely.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, and I am no longer quite so alone, for I have recently acquired a companion, a pet, if you will, whose name is still unknown to me, as I do not, and have not ever, palavered in Reptile, but who I for now shall be addressing as "Zard", which is, to me, sufficiently gender neutral, as if that mattered, though it may. Life as we know it affords all too few opportunities to exhibit respect and proper restraint, which I hope I am displaying at this moment, so Zard it is, and Zard and I are currently sharing travels until or unless one of us may choose to scamper off and hide under a rock. So be it.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, slowly pacing forth and back, holding a bit of twig in my hand, wondering why. Wondering why, something I sometimes do. And time passes. As it does.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, somewhat thirsty and dry, perched on my stone seat, waiting for rain, watching the wide, dusty basin below me for any sign of movement, of which there is none, save an occasional puff of dust off too far in the far distance. Such is my day. Every day. Every day long.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, stalled at the moment, redooting my tootle-flute, having a pause in what I may claim as my nightly diversion, namely wootling and tootling, flute-wise, alone and in the dark of night, solitary yet satisfied and self-sufficient wherever I might have camped, under the stars, the many stars.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, traveling these days horseless, solely on foot, accompanied only by dust, and my single companion hamster, Halliburton. We get along just fine. He sleeps by day and I by night, comfortable in the knowledge that should any danger approach, he would do his best to alert and then defend me, tiny though he is, and I am forever grateful to know, let alone share my time here with such a great soul and true companion.
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Me? Learning lonesome tunes on my new nose flute.
