Round in shape, but still can fly,
The ball shoots toward the sky.
It hoping to find the corner,
And not wising past the border.
Hoping the evil man will not block
What little chance he has got.
It rocking back and forth,
While rushing back toward the earth.
The evil one jumps so high,
And almost touches my eye.
Landing gracefully in the net,
But this is not the end of the game yet.
Rolling from one player to another,
In hopes to find his place of wonder.
Never did he choose a side to win,
Only seeing his home sweet den.
Bouncing off his savior’s foot
And launching back his little nook.
Hoping that he will never be stolen,
But his home was always taken.