Tonight you’re in costume, the grand toreador
Feeling pride in the getup, of bull fighters lore

You smile as you’re thinking, that you look quite fine
And hope that you’ll get, to the ball right on time

One last look in the mirror, you head for the door
You’ll never return, to this life as before

You run two by two, down the stairs to the street
And think of the party, and who you might meet

The cape that you carry, flows red in the breeze
Has just caught my eye, for one moment I freeze

Then lower my head, hooves scratching the ground
Come charging and snorting, as you whirl around

My eyes of a blue that do mesmerize you
Horns mighty and deadly and ready to do

What many brave fighters have done to my kind
I’ll gore you with pride, then I’ll leave you behind

Linda Pahl, 5/18/14