Don't honk at the horns.
He heard you the first time.
Same block.
Different animal.
Four hooves. One familiar face.
Absolutely nowhere to be.

One afternoon, a bull appeared under the overpass. Nobody saw him arrive. Nobody asked him to leave.
He found a warm patch of pavement and made himself a local. The traffic kept moving. He didn't.
A few things you learn
when you spend enough time here.
He heard you the first time.
There's room under the overpass. Pull up.
Some faces look better with fewer pixels.
Meet the people hanging around the same strange corner.
