Escaped Bull
I just read on the internet news,
about a terrified fugitive bull,
escaping from a Queens, NY slaughterhouse,
running through the suburbs for his life,
Police shot it several times with a tranquilizer gun,
where the bull finally became too drowsy to run,
hearing reports that an animal preserve would take him in,
and then hearing that the bull died before they could do anything,
The internet news left me elated then deflated,
leaving me confused and somewhat frustrated,
hoping that the bull didn't die from being shot,
and wondering if he ever find his elusive china shop?
RIP ~Fernando the bull~
*This story is true and aint no bull...
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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