The bowler stormed
towards the crease
Ball in hand
cocked high
Ready to unleash
His thunderbolt
from the sky
The batsman at the
other end
Impatient at the
length of run,
His stumps,
determined to defend,
Waited in the mid
day sun.
The bowler tripped
upon a clod
And crashed into
the crease.
The ball bounced
off a fallen log
Into some mating
geese.
The batsman ran
towards the stumps
To get the vital
run
Saw the geese in passing
And ran off to get
his gun.
Copyright Ben Corde 2012
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