Moments of a Bull

Here comes the bull: strong, vibrant, towering,,, Decided, looks prepares the attack... Quickly, shoots, Anxious... But what a sad fate... the cloaked man foresees his luck... The man smelling death, elusive descended lightly, with their swords stab the bull... Exciting gesture matador, matador...! Here comes the confined ox, cornered bull... suspicious... bugged eyes, creeped out... Feels it, smells it in the fatal hour, mortal omen,,, Cruel fate, slaughterhouse... Here comes the bull, merrily walking, used to it, be treated well... listener of smart prose, listener of things and cases... So hás no fear.. Does not live exile, no sad story... Calm ox, tender, charming ox , glorious ox... Dances and sways with praise, nicely, yes sir... Fulfill his rite happily... Come. come, my bonne bull... !