Netball

Running.

Running until you feel sick.

Head spinning, breath gasping.

Sweat running, dripping.

Collision, skid, bump.

This is how it feels.

Playing netball.

This is what I love.

The Crocodile

The crocodile lay submerged.

He saw a bird and emerged.

His jaws opened wide.

The bird tried to hide

They, snapped closed.

The bird was enclosed.

Now all that is left is a feather.

Oh well that’s nature.

The Magpie

The magpie black and white,
One day took flight.
He flew up, into the air,
He was, without a care.
He sawed and swooped,
He twirled and looped.
The air currents, he enjoyed,
He thought he’d never be destroyed.
The gun went bang, the feathers flew,
And that was the last, that poor bird knew.

Stress

There once was a girl

She would get in a whirl,

When there was too much to do.

She would stress far more than you.

She would get in a flap.

She could not take a nap,

Until everything was as, good as new,

And there was nothing left to do.