Bulls Eyeing Each Other © Pauline Leippi

In The Bull’s Eye

I had it in my crosshairs but did not find the mark,

did better with an offhand shot, eye/hand lark.

The manuscript in my vision, didn't quite work out,

but didn't miss it by a mile, enough to make me pout.

Always learned by observation, no step-by-step rules,

mastered with a single trial, sometimes complex, tools.

Being not of obsessive, compulsive nature, I let it ride.

Found it easy to take criticism, no skin off my hide.

Found it easier to be a generalist, learning as much as I can.

Being the narrowminded specialist, was not in my plan.

I have hit the target, more times than I probably deserve.

Even when my fastball, sometimes turned into a curve.

By traveling fast, loose and easy, life has been a blast.

Unlike those of tight ass fear, know how to make it last.

Don't need no pain or mood improving drug, just a hug.

Keeps my mind clear of all that fear, warm and snug.

So, if you're looking for me to hit the bull's-eye,

with everything that I write,

you may need to go look in the mirror,

and see if you are wound too tight.

Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull

You can read and print this poem at my website here.

4/8/21