The bull


Dark.
Cold and dark
No view of light
The earth was rough underneath her feet.
Her hooves scraped the mud floor,
Her huge horns the pride of her clan,
She felt peaceful,
Silence the world was chaos around her,
She planted her feet and stood strong against the ever changing world,
The harsh winds tried to bring her down,
Still she stood,
The heat tried to burn her, still she went on
Competition was not her prides way,
Nothing moved her, once she put her mind to it nothing could change her thinking,
For the bull only moves when she wants to

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