• Service Ace

    A ball in one hand and my racquet in the other,
    I’m poised for the attack.
    My opponent watches my every move with a keen eye,
    Waiting to pounce.

    Staring each other down,
    Attempting to predict the other’s moves,
    Sweat dripping down our faces and breathing hard
    After each exhausting yet thrilling game.

    This is it, make or break.
    The ball flies high in the air, my racket in position.
    With super speed and amazing power, I meet the ball head on.

    A mere yellow blur could only be seen
    As it flies over the net,
    Causing the net to sway slightly
    With the sonic boom that followed.

    Hitting the service court, it leaves a mark
    As its path continues passed the opponent,
    Leaving them shocked.

    Service Ace.