You’re a batsman, like a deer
Isolated from the herd
Fielders, like a pack of wolves
Lick their lips at your wounds
Bowler, the alpha male
On the prowl, a scowl
Staring you down
The wolves, patient
Eyes on their prey
In pursuit, the whole day
No escape
They will get you
Termination
A matter of time
A fellow deer
Picked off by the pack
Another one dissected
Sent back
Witness your fellow fallows fall
Stave off uncertain certainty
Cries, you’re down
Weapons on the ground
The wolves howl
The battle at a close
