Author: theshinykitty
Disclaimer:
Naruto ain't mine.

Okay, this is my first poem that ACTUALLY rhymes. Read if you dare, I'm not so good at rhyming…

It's best if you read it like a song... um... whatever that means...

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Staccato

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The steady rat-tat-tat of the drums.

Tap-tap-tap.

His footsteps pound,
On the green grass ground.

Boom. Boom.

His sunshine hair,
Flashes golden in the air.

His armed left hand flies,
Catching me by surprise.

Swish-Swish.

I can hear the staccato of the flutes,
As we train, oh-so-astute.

The trumpets blast,
As he yells, "I'm not dead-last!"

Each and every movement is a precise staccato played in perfect rhythm.

He jumps up in the green green trees,
The sound of violins swell, just like the seas.

He looks back at me,
And yells,
"Catch me if you can, Sa-su-ke!"

The chase is on,
Our movements one big song.
The drums beat,
The cymbals meet,
Every step a clash of sound,
Until I clear the distance,
In one-big-bound.

The biggest crash of all!
I've caught him,
We fall.
And now the fight begins.

The music continues,
Loud as ever,
We punch and kick, dodge and grab.
It seems the staccato rhythm will go on forever.

But quick as the bass makes it's low, clear strum,
I tackle him down, and
I-have-won.

When we meet,
I hear each and every beat,
Clear as the bells that chime,
In 3/4 time.

And suddenly,
Our faces change,
Mine holds a prideful smile,
At the small fox child.

His face now holds a smile only for me,
The band stops it fast and frantic staccato beat,
And plays us a soft melody,
oh-
so-
sweet.

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…Don't ask, I got this idea when I was beating this kid in band with my flute.

…I'm not so sure I like the new format, but oh well.

Read? Review?