They didn't think he would
survive,
His arrival was not easy,
His mother died while giving
birth,
On cold day that was
breezy.
Yet something in his
makeup,
Would prove that he was
destined,
Meant to live and beat
the odds,
Surprise those who
had questioned.
The one time that I saw
him,
Out came his searching
tongue,
Exploring finger I held
out,
To lick, bond us as
one.
His dark brown eyes that lit
up,
As he nuzzled at my
hand,
Were full of love and trust as
well,
Both things I
understand.
He showed a will to live and
grow,
So surely there's a
plan,
Will he someday be something
more,
Than steak in frying
pan?
Still sadness tugged within my
soul,
They are selling
him tomorrow,
Yet for one day, he stole my heart,
The calf, I called 'El Toro'.
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