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.