The Champion.

The black and white object.
Rolling around on the uneven ground.
The heavy breathing.
Droplets of water.
Rapidly going down.
Breathing.
The fresh minty air.

Stopping to catch a breath.
Looking around the empty field.
Imagining the roar of people.
Chanting words.
Clapping and cheering.
Waiting to just score.
One more goal.

Shaking off the suddenness.
Stretching the limbs.
Swinging to kick.
With such force.
It goes across.
Like an eagle.
Hunting for its prey.

Running and running.
Quick memories play.
The roar, the cheers.
All for one goal.
Trying for the last chance.
Wondering if it will ever make it.
To that specific spot.
Making the crowd go crazy.

Left and right.
Zigzags.
Trying to find.
A way between the lines.
Kicking the small obstacle.
In the half closed cage.
Reaching for its destination.


A/N: Annie here. LOL. I tried to make a poem a bit on the lighter side and I'm trying to make my poetry lighter but for some reason, it's going down. I think I will write more of the stuff I've written before but as for this kind....maybe when I'm in the mood or something. ANY WHO! Enjoy this...randomness. Toodles! <3