Cowboy Cop

The bull, large and lumbering,
crossed the freeway
early Saturday morning.
Traffic was sparse

when a call came into the police station
describing the bull on the loose
no trouble yet, but those sharp horns
and tremendous strength, did not need

a china shop to unleash it’s damage.
Several police cars gathered with lights flashing
sirens mute, a resident,

out to get the newspaper,

thought a parade was coming
when she heard the loud speaker,
“Get inside, quick!”
Next a whomp, whomp, whomp!

A large black bull was galloping into her yard.
She stepped inside, locked the door and watched
from her large picture window, then to her backyard
peered from the sliding glass door.

A motorcycle cop, drove onto the grass
twirling a rope just above his head
steady and slow, one hand on the gas
he came in close and guided that bull,

like an expert out on the open range,
through the gate into a truck
"No injuries, no foul,
all in a day’s work," the cop said 
then headed to Winchell’s to meet his pals.