Staring in extreme fear alone I stand,
The giant man leaps atop the high net.
So small am I like a grain of bright sand.
No one else is there and I start to fret.
To escape and scream is my sincere plea.
Bad thoughts and fears whirl through my troubled mind.
However, there isn't a place to flee
A friendly face I'm not able to find.
I then noticed the ball fly o'er his hand.
The tide has changed and he does not approve,
As for one more day I'm able to stand.
I better be ready to make my move
So close to pain I appeared to be in,
Yet escaped and possibly even win.