Okay, this is a short poems and it's pretty bad, but it's my first poem ever, so don't be so judgemental!:P
I stand with my bow, ready to shoot,
Waiting for a hoot, the sound of a boot.
The canon sounds and I shake with fear,
But then I hear a sound, and it's pretty near,
Out comes a ruffled looking Peeta from behind,
I almost shoot him dead in the head but he doesn't seem to mind.
I'm angry, frustrated but mostly scared,
Peeta has some berries that he wants to share.
I almost take a bite,
But then I look at them right,
There Nightlock!
I look at them in shock,
Tell Peeta to stop.
And in the distance I see a hovercraft fly past.
It happened so fast.
Foxface's life had been passed.
Peeta wants to run, but I tell him what he's done.
He looks stunned.
"It's you're kill."
And he stands still.
We trek back to the cave,
With Peeta looking brave,
But although it's not his fault,
And he really didn't try,
He feels so bad that all he wants to do is cry.
It wasn't fair that Foxface had to die. . .
Tell me what you think! Please review! –Erin.