A Bull, CataloniaA Poem by Terrance Brown
Lean, tough.
Muscle built him, Bunched up around his neck and his horns menaced low. Once a fighting bull of some pedigree, now for the most part a statement, a morality. His pen spacious. Trough watered. Hay bailed. Still. Something in the autumn breeze that ruffled the auburn leaves of nearby trees raced his breath. The breeze cut short, the bull but sighed and wandered off to lay in the shade and squint at the sky.
© 2012 Terrance BrownAuthor's Note
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Added on October 3, 2012 Last Updated on October 10, 2012 AuthorTerrance BrownLondonAboutI am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..Writing
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