Back Bat

He held a bat,
A long bat with smooth edges,
He waited at the smooth bend, near the smooth rock,
The bat, hard as the rock, harder than the grip,
He felt a rush in his heart,
A race in his mind,
In the silence of the night, he waited.

Behind him came the target,
A lone figure basking in the moonlight,
It was her route for eones, she loved no other,
But she didn't know what awited ahead.

He closed his eyes,
And so did his hands on the bat,
She came closer,
He got ready,
The footsteps came,
And so did his anticipation.

Then the moment came,
It was just a matter of timing, and he trusted himself,
He swung the bat, so hard it met the rock,
And missed the target.

So strong was the swing, it broke a big piece,
The piece flew back,
And sure it didn't miss,
It got him square, and he wouldn't have a story to tell.