Clear the field

Clear the field

Run away!

The farmer’s bull escaped today.

Swim the creek,

He’s mad, I see.

With those big horns, we’d better flee!

Jump the ditch,

Scale the rocks.

Don’t follow me in those red socks.

Take them off!

Shut the gate.

Don’t look back, the bull’s irate.

Home at last.

Slam the door.

We’re not snooping anymore! 

Lynette Oxley

• Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #21

Lynette said: I wanted to create the suspense I felt as a child when a girlfriend said, “The bull’s escaped!”