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TWO FOR GAME

A human eagle,
Feathered white,
Swoops past the palings on the right.
A bounce! A pounce!
His every ounce
Fiercely rapacious in our sight!
A crimson Fury
Near the stand
Batters in vain the dauntless hand.
A swerve! A curve!
His every nerve
Hustles the leather homeward. Grand!
Again it rushes,
Swift and high,
Heedless of roar and groan and sigh.
A snatch! A catch!
A noble match
Loved and remembered till I die!