Hit and miss

I watch in anticipation As the ball speeds towards the pins like a predator hunting for its prey Hungry for food desperate to defeat clinging for hope as the ball collides and knocks them down but sadness falls all around as two pins still stand, still clinging to life as you try again take another swing and as you miss again, you imagine the prey lying there still breathing, still twitching Alive The pins defeat you over and over. Never getting the strike you deserve, never feeding the predator At least not tonight.