AnticipationHe stands still, anticipating his next move.
She moves carefully, from the dark to light.
His black beady eyes fall to one moving, risking their life, to save his.
She awaits her enemy, ready to face them head on;
In a battle of moves.
His nimble hop forward may cost him, cost him everything.
Her fast striking drops the enemy, one by one.
They thin out. His oppressor drops.
He is safe, he has won.
But she is safe, and she has won too.
They reassemble to begin again.
The enemy changes their attack plan,
But he continues to use the same plan.
And she uses hers.
The enemy charge, hopping over the light and dark,
In the meanwhile, he stays back, while she goes forward, behind their men.
The enemy squeeze the life, out of his people,
And again, one by one, they drop.
His men this time though, not the enemy's.
He looks around, seeing his stricken men lying, on the cold, polished checkered floor.
The enemy are successful, but they do not wish to challenge him and her and their men, again.
See and TasteI look up and stare at the soft blue sky.
Seeing swallows and robins soaring high.
The deep green grass tangles in with my hair,
And I take a satisfactory breath of fresh, sweet air.
The trees are swaying in time with the sound,
Of dancing leaves crumpling to the ground.
I take a bite of an apple, crisp and sweet,
The tangy, tingling taste is such a treat.
My hands stretch above me, way up high,
Up into the summery blue sky.
I gallop through the grass in such delight,
And I see the sun being engulfed by the night.
I grasp a berry, red and plump in my fingers,
That sweet, yet tart taste in my mouth still lingers.
As I wander away from the magical clearing in grace,
I hope that it's hidden from people, because it's my place.