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The Lonely Bull

I am strong like a bull lost in an open field not knowing what direction to take my father unknown. As a calf at only three years old I watched my mother cow cross a river into an unknown field she went said to be filled with freedom. I was a lonely calf left in a world, wild and scary, like a nightmare left to be raised and educated by my grandma cow life was becoming normal. At the age of 6 with a smile so bright my father bull came crashing through father bull was the sun giving the light I lacked in life. Suddenly it dawned on me to roam and cross that same river mother cow had crossed the calf I was, became an avalanche that devoured anything standing in its way to enter the land of opportunity with no boundaries. As free as a bird but without a clue I began my new journey lost once again in a new open field here I stand, exploring this new field.

The Lonely Bull

I am strong like a bull lost in an open field not knowing what direction to take my father unknown. As a calf at only three years old I...