Break time is over!

Sorry for the short hiatus.  School is here again, for me and my oldest, so expect some "service interruptions" in the next few months.  Hopefully things will settle down a bit in December.  Until then, no promises.

Though I haven't been posting, I have been writing, and I thought I'd share with you my latest little gem of a metaphor.  Betcha can't guess what it means!! Because, no offense to Occam or his razor, but in this case, the simplest answer is not right.

“Seeing Red”

The sharp horned bull takes aim.

Spears hang from its sides,

But not a single wound

can slow it

or tame it

or steer it

from its target.

Pass after pass, the matador

Whips the cape away

At the last moment,

The tips of horns merely skimming--

Perhaps grazing—

The undulating crimson.

The source of drive and frustration,

The bull pursues the cape--

Not the man.

And if the bull should hit his mark,

Marring the flowing fabric,
Then

Only then will he be sated.

But as he’s lead away by his nose,

He’s already contemplating
The next chance

To get

That

Cape.

*Disclaimer: I'm no bullfighting expert.  I'm not a bull whisperer either.  I don't know if this is really how it goes.  But metaphorically speaking?  Spot on.