Lacrosse Ball

Taken from an oak tree Carved into a perfect circle The first time ever thrown into the air Caught, Cradled, Dropped Scooped, Cradled, Passed, Caught, Dropped, Scooped, Dropped Scooped, Passed, Caught, Shot An arrow pierces me My fur stuffed into a spherical pelt of my skin Stitched up and continuing flying through the air Closer to my target Past his stick, his head... Tapped and harvested from the trees My white goo solidified into a rounder shape The final product Soaring, coasting? gliding? Just missing the orange metal pole Flying into the woods The voices fading away Hitting the ground of the woods Sitting, waiting to be scooped again I am lost Forever