A/N: So this is a little poem I wrote in my Creative Writing class. The name of the assignment was called The Exciting Life of a Sports Ball, and it says I have to write a poem from the point of view of a ball. Because my teacher makes fun of me and my friends about liking Harry Potter, I decided to write about Quidditch. This poem was pretty good for writing it in fifteen minutes so I posted it here. Enjoy!
This is dedicated to Mr. Kupeic.
The Exciting Life of a Quidditch Ball
Open your hand and let me be
At last you let go and I'm finally free!
I fly away fast like a tiny little sparrow
I pierce through the clouds like the tip of an arrow
I circle the players and snicker and sing
They can't even hear the beat of my wings
I'm small and quick, they can't catch me
From so far away, I'm so hard to see
Just the glint of the sunlight will give me away
But they won't catch me, not today!
What's this I see, that boy coming near?
What to do? He's spotted me, I fear
I've got to go faster, pick up the speed
There is no way I'll let him succeed!
I zip and zoom all over the pitch
But to no avail, he can't be ditched
This boy, just a human and nothing more
Was about to add some points to the score
His sweaty fingers warmed up from the game
Closed around my body, proving his fame
I struggled to escape, I tried so long
I may be fast but I'm not very strong
Slumped in defeat I put my wings down
If I had a face I'd surely frown
The boy, so smug, lifted me high
So everyone there couldn't deny
The boy who flew all over the pitch
Was able to best the Golden Snitch