The smell of fear

The smell of fear.

I stepped gingerly across the field
The innocence of one well heeled
A country scene to behold
About the bull I wasn’t told.

At first the sound it did not frighten
But then my lungs began to tighten
The ground beneath began to rumble
In equal measure did I run-trip-stumble.

I remember falling once or twice
Slipped on something not so nice
The tail had lifted the tale was told
The scent of nature it did unfold.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

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