Open Poetry #35 |
Anticipation Of The Chase |
C_ROK06 Junior Member
since 2003-10-23
Posts 49 |
As the sun beat down on the back of my nexk, The sweat began to congregate on my brow, I was never so nervous before as I was now. Moments upon moments of anticipation, Waiting for the whistle to blow. There it is, I hear it; Calling me, Enticing me, Beckoning me forth. At last, Too strong for me to ignore, And like a cheetah I spring out. Chasing my pray as it moves ever which way, Trying to evade me. I find I must back down till it comes nearer again, Daring to defeat me. Too quick I become, And easily do I catch it. Steal it away, And hurriedly I pray, That my enemy will stay at a distance. I passit about, Get open and shout, That I am in a position of use. When it comes back to me, Hurriedly I take careful aim, Hoping to send it to its grave. The orange netting embraces it, Holding it near as I dance and run back. My fame is short-lived, But the chase will begin, As the whistle is blown again. |
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sweetpoetess Member
since 2005-02-27
Posts 428Florida |
Awesome write but you have some grammatical errors. Like instead of Neck you wrote Nexk. Also instead of prey you wrote pray. Poetry is beauty in words. |
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