Poetry for the Soul

The Golden Snitch

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The Golden Snitch

Look at it go

It flies so quick

Across the skies

It is an absolute blur

To most people's eyes

To all but the Seeker

For when the Snitch is within his sight

He becomes quite the chaser

The Golden Snitch

Look at it go

Wings like a hummingbird

A golden blur

But not quite fast enough

For the Snitch is caught

In the Seeker's hand it's held

A series of applauds

And the game is won

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Author's Note:

Inspired by the fictional sport, Quidditch, from the 'Harry Potter' films