The Bull Run

I can hear the thunderous sound of collective hooves on cobblestone as the herd frantically rushes through the street. What a horrific death to those who are tramples. I enjoy the term "serenaded" death in this expression.

Chilling experience. So much captured in just three lines. You are talented at these short poems. Thank you for sharing this one with us and for your kind comment. Have a good day! Karen

This is the Bull Run in Spain every year? Running with the Bulls is pain, injury, and death for some..Interesting Senryu...Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara

I think you have captured the spirit of the running of the bulls tradition, Raul. Nicely done. Best wishes, Carolyn

It was a pleasure to read your Senryu poetry this morning Raul. Thank you for sharing your writing. Love, Carol

I consider it a barbaric tradition. Great interpretation of this event in your Haiku, dear Raul. All the very best, Iolanda