Bull Fights the Wind

You strike and sway

aiming at your mark

twisting, pulling, and pushing

Shooting arrows in the dark

With only forcing

And pushback at your level

Space all around you

all four hooves meddle

Irritated with my whip

most surely to slip

Into the madness of mind

You are for Him to unwind.

No way to pin me

No thumbs for you to hold on -

My essence deters a fall

you deserve all the medals