Boys and Girls

The children were playing Cowboys and Indians
Out on the front lawn near the red rose patch,
Where the budding flowers would bleed
And where the adults couldn't see them.
The Cowboy cornered the Indian and pushed her,
So that she fell into the roses and screamed.
The Cowboy smirked, and growled, and rose his pistol,
And when he shot her they promised each other
That neither would ever tell.