Sharp chaos shattered  glass all around on a scared wooden floor.

The brutal bull has left a mess.

It stalks me still.

Oh, how amused it must be.

Another carupt vandal in my life.

Now comes the loving hummingbird set to replace every shard.

Out of innocence only, I ask am I a white knight on a silver steed?

Why?

Is it for guilded glory and wilted honor?

A splinterd lance pincushioning some random wind mill.

Taking spiritual stock one more time.

I ask am I an addled food?

Mind cooked and irrational.

Who is to say?

Bull, hummingbird, or knight I can not find my inner self.

Broken glass lay all about, a danger to tender feet.