Cricket Bat
By Isaac C R
The satisfying noise
The smack the boom
It leaves a stain
A memory
One that cant be removed
Once the contact is made the duo scores big runs
Not small ones
One hundred and twenty metres into the overwhelmed crowd.
One team screaming
The other team dreaming
Dreaming that their loss will not replayed
The feel of the bat squeezing the grip
Thin on the top and bottom
Thick in the middle,
Just like the shot
Hit it in the top you will receive a dot
Hit it in the middle
The fielders will fiddle
The blood red ball
Clean and crisp
Twenty overs later
The ball turns to mist.