My word of the month poem

Hi everyone,

Here’s my word of the month poem. I hope you enjoy it.

Three Balls, Two Strikes, Bottom of the 9th

by David L. Harrison

His eyes claw mine,
talons piercing me where I stand,
prey doomed,
nowhere to dive
nor will to move.

He leans toward me
(I’m not breathing),

straightens,
rocks,
kicks the air,

arm cocks,
hurricane force
catapults.

Bullet-ball.
White blur.
White knuckles.

Eternity.

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