My Slightly Poetic Ponderings

Butterfly

I saw a butterfly,

It floated over the short, green grass,

The blue wings were adorned with black lace,

I smiled,

I bent my knees to watch it closer,

I heard the bat across the place,

crack.

My eyes switched to the sky, 

And the yellow projectile was barreling closer,

I stretched my leather clad hand up to the sky,

I pushed my feet off the ground,

pow.

The ball was in my hand,

I looked out to red dirt ahead of me, 

I pulled my hand back,

The ball left my finger tips at spiral toward second,

thunk.

A perfect straight shot,

I could hear the people cheering,

My eyes went back to the green grass lawn,

But my butterfly was gone.