Not everyday to stumble across a real cowboy. Back in the days there will be a whole town of them. Now, be lucky to find one down on the farm.
It's one of those "what came first, the chicken or the egg?" situations. To a point of even asking a chicken the damn question.
Not everyone is perfect, but oh grandma, what big eyes you have. Oh grandma, what big nose you have.
And could not even realise at first.
Need to decide whether to scratch the surface or poke a stick into the bush. Either way, are only finding a shred of evidence.
Already sticking that neck out, taking a risky walk down that corridor won't be anymore worse. Besides, once to reach the other end, will realise how the other to meet had their head on the block. Looks like had saved each other, two birds one stone.
In the forest; there is some moment in time where eyes are not always going to be following. While to convince oneself how eyes are all on you. There not.
Either accept this or stop troubling those to bring the attention. If to let those eyes be controlled, so are looking in a wanted direction, will be causing more mayhem than can cope with.
Song of Solomon Ch.8:V.14 " - Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices."
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