Though the wolves and rustlers may indeed have changed their guises many a time over the years, danger still lurks on every frontier.
Tombstone, Parts I & II
I
A heavy pall hung over the brush
And the sagebrush rolled with a whispery hush
Beware! Beware!, the townsfolk cried:
The killer’s coming! Take cover! Hide!
Call in your children, rescue your wife;
Tether the horse if you value your life!
Your grave is marked, man–hold your breath–
For your desktop bears
The Blue Screen of Death.
II
Well, it’s lonesome, lonesome, lonesome beneath the broad blue sky
If he weren’t way too manly, a poor cowpoke could cry-yi-yi
The Ethernet‘s gone silent and left me all alone
My email has been down for days; no voicemail on my phone
Yes, it’s lonesome, lonesome, lonesome beneath the empty sky
I know my days are numbered and I’ll soon curl up and die-ie-ie
As I slump down o’er the keyboard and draw my terminal breath,
I look up one last time to see
The cold Blue Screen of Death–
Yes, I look up one last time to see
The cold
Blue Screen of Death!
Art-Colored Glasses 
HA!! 😉
HOHO! 😀
Blue screen of death, oh this is good, Kathryn! Wonderful post! xoxo
For all of us who have suffered the cruelties of that great predator! 😉
Very nice, Kathryn. Actually, I have heard comparisons of the internet to the wild west… but yours is the most amusing.
Thank you, Shimon. I think the lives of the earliest internet entrepreneurs must have been the wildest of all! I’m just glad I only have to do battle with my own computer and not the whole realm of the internet, or I’d have been defeated long ago.
Ain’t that a pain in the saddle; you done wrote it good, cowgirl…
‘f’only them com-pew-tair dogies would cooperate!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Not that varmint the blue screen of death!
Lying in wait around every virtual corner, that nasty whippersnapper!