Taurus, of the Second House

A bull’s hoof stamps intently on the ground,

“I have”, a bold voice thunders to the earth,

And with the echoed strength of this beast’s sound,

A child of Venus wakens in new birth.

While others have their thoughts and visions mixed

As wanderers who lack concerted will,

These children stand with pride, their feet affixed

Upon the earth, where they’re fine being still.

The bull-child takes a potent, steady stand

And lives for calm, predictable in peace,

But there’s a dang’rous ever-ready hand

For any fool who brings their bliss surcease.

May love’s trustworthy bull never begrudge

The moments in life when its time to budge.