It flies through the air like a bird,
a bird escaping a predator.
It arcs toward the ground,
like a bird coming in to land.
But it is not a bird.

It bounces like an airplane landing,
Then it flies back.
As high as an airplane,
It gets caught, not by a storm,
but by a net.
It is not an airplane.

It starts again not in the air but on the ground,
Like a duck on a lake.
It takes flight.
But it is not a duck.
It is a football