Autumn Day

The leaves blow through the air like a ball off of a tennis racket. and much like a hatchet to wood, the ball hit the racket, and in the air it stood. to the park we went, play we will a game of tennis. the courts were empty much like a trash can after cleaning day. we began to play and hey, it was fun i’d say. She saw something that looked almost like a cloud shaped like a dog. maybe it wasn’t a cloud in the sky, simply some fog. nevermore she continued to play.