#24 Mood Poem

Grass Stains.

Bottom of the ninth

Two out, 2nd and 3rd occupied.

Winning by one.

Tensions are high, he's ready to run.

"CRACK" as the pitch meets home,

A deep, deep fly.

His feet took off back towards the wall.

He dove, the crowd went silent.

Covered in grass stains

He revealed the ball.