I’m an old bull now, and canny.
I will not charge each time
you wave your red cape,
I will not snort or stamp my feet
though I know I’m being tested.
The trick is patience and wiles.
I’ll watch and wait and bide my time
and laugh each time I’m bested.
No school has taught you this —
you’re working it out for yourself
pushing limits, asserting your will.
You’re not three yet and it’s clear
you have an appetite for the contest,
an ear for the crowd’s applause.