A sharp inhale,
Creak in the gate,
The man with the flag,
Two gracious fighters,
Future PRB champion
And Bodacious,
All waiting to enter the arena.
The back pens rattle
With rage as bulls
Snarl and ram their way
Through the chutes.
Bodacious, whips sharp left
Takes the first plunge,
Fighters make their move,
Jumping to his shoulder,
Defending the future champion;
As the bull spins,
around around around
Time slowly ticks by,
Much longer than eight seconds.
The sun having time to shift
Highlighting the rider
With the rays of light.
Throwing the rider,
Fearing the snap,
The crack of the whip
As bones shatter.
Cowboys bringing
The new meaning of Tuff.
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