To a Bull

It’s Burns Night today when people celebrate Robert Burns and his works.
I don’t think he wrote a poem to a bull, but if he had, it might have been something like this.
“ Big, hairy, brown and scary beastie,
Don’t think there’s a panic in thy breastie!
Thou didna move or blink a bitty
But on yer own, that’s sic a pity.
I’m feart you’d rise and try tae chase me,
But I’m ahin the fence and naewhere near ye!”

Apologies to a mouse!!
Have a fine weekend.