Old mountain men drink black boiled coffee
From wooden cups to count livestock lost
Overnight to suspect neighbor, Russell
Two dozen gone before market day dawned
Sheep taken quick as an eagle nabs prey
Anger gnaws then flares but no proof today
Knowing whispers at dusk lack evidence
Wise are wary of clever criminals
Crafty Russell's thieves are cautious braggers
Greet theft victims in daylight as old friends
Wooly hands no excuses posed as searchers
Don't love wooden cups or old mountain men
They love a dollar crisply creased and stolen
Hidden until old mountain men pass away
White doves sing silent songs of hopeful peace
More than war peace includes oldmen and sheep
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