It was no contest.
The tiny single-engine Cessna,
though perched diffident in challenge,
crumpled before the onslaught –
A thousand pounds of angry meat and horn
smashing into propeller, frame and wings.
An aerolon skitters away beneath flying hooves –
trhe bull charges on into the evening mist,
leaving a tumbling fuselage,
twisted metal struts;
A wing slowly twirls to a stop.
Distant hooves drum away into silence.