By ©ShylyQ (KD)

6/18/98

His eyes were twinkling, as he pawed the ground.
His voice a deep and throaty sound.

He threw the dirt high overhead,
And down to earth it came again.

I backed away, nice and slow.
He had his nose down to the ground.

He looked at me with burning eyes,
And I covered ground like I could fly.

The puffs of dust, made by my feet,
Just made his anger, more the sweet.

I cleared the fence, just in time,
Cuz, he was there, that bull of mine.

I don’t know what made him turn,
But he was mad, yeah, he was burned.

If riding bulls ever crossed my mind,
I’d sure have changed it back, this time.

He grumbled, growled, and threw more dust,
As he walked, and watched, that fence, and us.

He lost his temper bad, that day.
So, we loaded him up, and he rode away.