Oh, the thrill of the chase as we soar
through the air
With our home up ahead and the wind
in our hair
As we draw ever closer, my friend
gives a shout
but then comes a net and I am
knocked out.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Oh, the thrill of the chase as we soar
through the air
With our home up ahead and the wind
in our hair
As we draw ever closer, my friend
gives a shout
but then comes a net and I am
knocked out.
this is an Iambic poem I have written as a part 2 of The Fall. After what happened in the fall the remaining child and I are soaring across the ocean to get home. As we get closer to home my friend (the other kid) gives a shout of warning but its too late and a Net flies through the air and hits me, knocking me out.
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