Poem about Bulls

... it isn't really about bulls.


These beasts of burden

Pulling furrows in sun kissed earth

The work is unforgiving

Yet they pull until it's done


For the farmers

And their families in the house

They despise the barn housed cows

Whose only worries are the calves

They stay out in the air all day

Of rest they feel deprived

But the cows all feel as if they're being eaten slow


The End

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