"The Hunger Games"- Poem

"The Hunger Games"- Poem

Again another tribute stands
with trembling feet
and shaking hands
as her long wispy braid hangs down her shoulder
Cato arrives with fury as large as boulders
his spear aimed just right slashing through trees
as she aimed her bow about... another 20 degrees
sweat roll down her cold pale face
as the end rolls near, she checks the space
left and right, she knows its the end
one last arrow to spend
right through...
but then Cato ran and sped
and all Katniss could think about was...
The Boy with the Bread.