Bull

Hinnered b' dark,
I gaed unsteady fittit.
The steadin's bulk, moose-squeakin
In the cat's paw, o' the torch.
It fixed a hingin towe,
A scaled sack,
In its selective clook.
The kent road wrang,
Stanes risin as impediment,
I saw, bit dauma look.

The black, byre muck, cradlin
Ilkie step.
Swallowed, Like ony Jonah,
I kent anither dark,
An panic rose, sharn-weet,
As cauld's a halter,
A ticht band
Grippin Reason b' the sark.

He felt ma step intruder
Viewed me,
Fand me wintin,
In the scales o' his beast's measure,
His chine rattled,
Hate in ilkie tether,
The meenlicht, queerly glintin.

Slow, hefty, murd'rous,
In yon crass, creashie fatness,
He kent I feared him,
Spat contempt an spittle,
A midden-Minotaur.
The matchstick legs o' me,
Rampagin tae be aff,
His maleness, sinister.

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