The Bull
2024, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
A spark
No bigger than a rice grain
Hiding beneath a leaf,
Begging to make itself known.
Nearby crackling, increased heat
The fever intensifies, infecting
The surrounding leaves
The spark crackles with avidity
Its flame snaps across the foliage,
Disintegrating the leaves in its path of destruction.
The ground smolders a lustrous vermillion,
And emerging from the embers,
A bull
Crimson eyes filled with malice,
His menacing gaze fixed ahead, ready to strike.
He charges at full force, stampeding through the forest
Horns piercing the trees, taking them out two at a time.
With each step, the char gets deeper,
The thick, acrid smoke rises higher.
An oppressive inferno, searing Mother Nature in her own home,
Her gentle greenery no match for the blazing bull
In the blink of an eye,
Shelters are shredded to scraps,
The ground is reduced to singed earth.
The bull, as quickly as he began,
Left the wreckage in his wake,
Thinking nothing of the lives he destroyed.
As gray clouds accumulate,
Breathing extinguishes, all from just
A spark