Poems ✍️

Bull Daunted

I climbed a fence to pick a flower,
Then stopped to look around.
It took me 'most a quarter hour
To pick the flowers that I found.

Oh, lovely sunlit daisy shells,
Oh, look! what are those sky blue bells?
Another and another there.
I'll pick them all; no one will care
For this is only pasture land
And, oh, the flowers are so grand.
It's only pasture land, ah, yes,
And over there, there is a... A cow I think.
Or could it be...? I'll have to guess.
What if it were...?
A bull! I sink

Down to the ground so I can tell;
I see his horns; he has no bell.
He turns his head to look my way;
The fence is, oh... so far away.
I've heard it said,
'You must not run.'
If I call out, would someone come?

A cow or bull?
How does one know?
He turns around; his head is down.
I've also heard that it will show
If he should start to paw the ground.
He takes a step;
He's going to come!
I've got to run; my legs are numb!
Is it too late?
I cannot wait!
Somewhere there's got to be a gate.
What shall I do;
What shall I do?
'He' stretched 'his' neck and then said,
'Moo-oo'